Dr. Van Hyde: You embarrass me, Miss Valdingam.
Rose: A doctor should never be embarrassed. He should keep a cool head. His nerves should be steady; his hand determined. Now, let us be entirely frank. You wanted to diagnose me—to analyze me—perhaps to hypnotize me. Have I been a good subject?
Dr. Van Hyde (awkwardly): An admirable subject.
Rose: And, honestly, what do you think of my mania now?
Dr. Van Hyde (still more bewildered): It is a very gentle mania.
Rose: A very gentle mania? Nothing worse than that?
Dr. Van Hyde: Nothing worse; I am convinced.
Rose: You reassure me. But let me tell you, in return, that I have reason to be grateful to you, Dr. Van Hyde. It may be that I am matrimonially mad. Many persons are. Nearly all girls are. But at least I feel certain that I shall never be confined in an asylum. You would not let them send me to an asylum, would you?
Dr. Van Hyde: No! No!