“You want turning out to grass for a month, then all the kick will come back. You have done enough experimenting on your own. I tried it once, and I didn’t like it!”
“When can I see Mrs. Falconer?”
Mrs. Falconer’s name seemed to instil sudden seriousness into Dr. Alice Keck.
“Oh, in a day or two!”
“I haven’t seen her yet, and I want to thank her.”
“Take my advice, and don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Oh, it is not in her line—the emotions! You’d feel foolish, as though you had taken a box of matches to set light to the North Pole.”
“That sounds rather discouraging.”
“Rot! Wait and see. They call her Pallas, you know. If you begin hanging emotions on Kate Falconer you’ll end up by thinking you are shoving tinsel and beads on a fine statue. I’ll tell her you want to see her. I think she wants to see you.”