I met his shifty brown eyes, and he dropped them quickly.
"I know nothing about it,"—I answered—"Except this—that the cure of any mind trouble must come from within—not from without. And I'm not a Christian Scientist either?"
He smiled cynically. "Really not? I should have thought you were!"
"You would make a grave error if you thought so," I responded, curtly.
A keen and watchful interest flashed over his dark face.
"I should very much like to know what your theories are"—he said, suddenly—"You interest me greatly."
"I'm sure I do!" I answered, smiling.
He looked me up and down for a moment in perplexity—then shrugged his shoulders.
"You are a strange creature!" he said—"I cannot make you out. If I were asked to give a 'professional' opinion of you I should say you were very neurotic and highly-strung, and given over to self-delusions."
"Thanks!"—and I made him a demure little curtsy. "I look it, don't I?"