"Still, I must hear what she has to say."
"You won't like it. Marcia is hard, merciless. Her conscience drives her to extremes. Even should you get her opinion, you would not follow it."
"What makes you so sure I wouldn't?"
"Because it would be madness, sheer madness. You'll realize that, as I do," insisted Sylvia with an impatient tapping of her foot. "Marcia stubbornly shuts her mind to the truth and will only look on one side. She just repeats the same words over and over again."
"What words?"
"I shall not tell you."
"Then she must tell me herself. Will you ask her to come up, please?"
"I'd rather not."
"You prefer I should call her?"