"Smashed the glass?"
"Yes. And then he snatched hold of me and looked in my eyes awful queer, and then he burst out laughin' and says as the mirror was tellin' him lies. That's all."
"He was perfectly sober?"
"Oh, he hadn't been on the booze."
"Sober and did that, and then you can tell me that there is no madness in him."
The doctor spoke almost in a bantering tone, but Cuckoo stuck to her guns.
"I don't think it," she said, with her under lip sticking out.
"Well, Miss Bright, I want you to assume something."
"What's that?"
"To pretend to yourself that you think something, whether you do really think it or not."