"Well?"
"My son has been troubled, greatly troubled, by someone here, but most of his talk was about someone else."
"I don't quite understand."
"He has talked of a girl I thought he had forgotten. At least I did not think she had lately been in his mind."
"Very likely not, Mrs. Paragon. The mind's not at all a simple thing. Usually in cases like this the memories which come uppermost are things forgotten. We call it the subconscious self. This girl your son has been talking about—probably he does not know that he remembers her. Perhaps—of course I don't know all the circumstances—he has not thought of her for years. But evidently she is a vital memory. She is sleeping in his mind. Pardon my running on like this," the doctor concluded, smiling, "but you look interested."
"I think I understand."
"Is that all you want to know?"
"You are sure he is quite safe?"
"There's nothing to be anxious about. He only wants well nursing."
The doctor paused and looked keenly at Mrs. Paragon.