"I've said something awful? You're hiding something from me! It's not fair!"
Mrs. Savage shook her head slowly. She seemed perplexed, and her early hostility had evaporated until she was almost kindly.
"You wanted to know whether you would be happy," she reminded Barbara. "You tell me that you are not going to die this year or next; and you are not going to have any painful or dangerous illnesses. Happy?... There are ups and downs of happiness, you cannot expect to be happy always at the same level. If you have been happy so far, you will be happy again; there will, of course, be ups and downs. What else?"
"I want you to tell me everything I said."
"That I shall not do."
"But why not?"
Mrs. Savage shrugged her shoulders.
"It would not make you any happier. If there is any one thing you want to know...."
Barbara looked at her and looked away. She felt her nerve going.
"What is your fee?" she asked.