"But I have tried to reason with her."
"You can't reason with her. She is beyond mere reason. I might as well try to reason you out of your conviction that the sun is shining. A delusion like hers has all the stability of a perfectly sane belief."
"Then what can we do?"
"Since that delusion is a fact for her we must treat it as if it were a fact for us."
"You mean we must pretend to believe that the danger is real?"
"It is real. People have died before now of nothing save a fixed idea of death."
"Oh!"
"But don't worry. Aunt Amy is not going to die. When may I see her? If I come over in a half an hour will that be convenient?"
Esther rose with relief. How kind he had been! How completely he had understood! She had been right, perfectly right, in coming to him. In spite of Mrs. Coombe's ridicule, Aunt Amy's need had been no fancy. And there was another thing; he was coming to the house. Her mother would see him—and presto! her prejudice against doctors would vanish—he would cure the headaches, and everything would be happy again.
The doctor, watching keenly, thought that she must have been troubled greatly to show such evident relief.