"Oh something beautiful, or it wouldn't be Maisie. She'd let Jerrold go."
"Yes. She'd let him go. And she'd die of it."
"Oh no, she wouldn't. I told Jerrold just now it might cure her."
"How could it cure her?"
"By making her face reality. By making her see that her illness simply means that she hasn't faced it. All our neuroses come because we daren't live with the truth."
"It's no good making Maisie well if we make her unhappy. Besides, I don't believe it. If Maisie's unhappy she'll be worse, not better."
"There is just that risk," he said. "But it's you I'm thinking about, not Maisie. You see, I don't know what's happened."
"Jerrold didn't tell you?"
"He only told me what I know already."
"After all, what do you know?"