“It’s madness.”
“It’s nothing of the kind. She wasn’t taught to control it as a child. They just treated it as something she couldn’t help.”
“By heavens, are you going to make out she can help it, and that that makes it better?”
Christopher faced him with amazed indignation. Geoffry’s whole attitude and reception of his story seemed to him incredibly one-sided.
“Of course it’s better. A hundred times better. Do you mean you’d rather have her the victim of a real madness she could not control? Think what you are saying, man.”
“To me, it’s fairly unbearable if it’s something she can help and doesn’t.”
Exasperation nearly choked the other. To have to defend Patricia at all was almost a desecration in his eyes, but he was her ambassador and he stuck to his orders.
“She does help it. She’s nearly mastered it now.”
Geoffry put his hand to his injured head and gave a short laugh.
Christopher got up abruptly.