Mrs. Silver stole another glance. "Did it? I don't notice any one going near him."
"Oh, we don't like to tempt fate, Clara. But, if there were really any danger, I'm sure the psychologists would never have let him out of their clutches."
"I hope not. But psychologists take the most reckless risks sometimes—with other people's lives!"
"Well, there's one psychologist who's risking his own life—and his own wife, too. You know Dr. Cabanis, don't you?"
"Only by sight. Isn't his wife that stuck-up thing?"
"That's the one. Dr. Cabanis is the man who had actual charge of reforming him. And he's going to be here. His wife is entering a cake."
"Don't tell me that she really expects to win!"
"She bakes well, my dear. Let's give the she-devil her due. How on Earth an intelligent man like Dr. Cabanis can stand her, I don't know, but, after all, he's the psychologist, not I, and he could probably explain it better than I could."
Ronar disengaged his attention.