"But if it really does cure people...."
Rosalind's eyes glittered and gleamed. Her strawberry-red mouth curled joyfully.
"Of course it has.... Not that insomnia is always a case for psycho, you know. It's sometimes incipient mania."
"Not in my case." Mrs. Hilary spoke sharply.
"Why no, of course not.... Well, I think you'd be awfully wise to get analysed. Whom do you want to go to?"
"I thought you could tell me. I know no names.... A man," Mrs. Hilary added quickly.
"Oh, it must be a man? I was going to say, I've a vacancy myself for a patient. But women usually want men doctors. They nearly all do. It's supposed to be part of the complaint.... Well, I could fix you up a preliminary interview with Dr. Claude Evans. He's very good. He turns you right inside out and shows you everything about yourself, from your first infant passion to the thoughts you think you're keeping dark from him as you sit in the consulting room. He's great."
Mrs. Hilary was flushed. Hope and shame tingled in her together.
"I shan't want to keep anything dark. I've no reason."
Rosalind's mocking eyes said "That's what they all say." Her lips said "The foreconscious self always has its reasons for hiding up the things the unconscious self knows and feels."