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"
That
is
for
something
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Something
must
come
out
of
it
.
"
He
stooped
and
kissed
her
forehead
.
"
We
must
all
try
to
be
good
,
"
he
said
.
Leaving
her
room
he
sent
the
nurse
in
to
her
.
There
were
other
patients
to
see
:
an
American
girl
of
fifteen
who
had
been
brought
up
on
the
basis
that
childhood
was
intended
to
be
all
fun
—
his
visit
was
provoked
by
the
fact
that
she
had
just
hacked
off
all
her
hair
with
a
nail
scissors
.
There
was
nothing
much
to
be
done
for
her
—
a
family
history
of
neurosis
and
nothing
stable
in
her
past
to
build
on
.
The
father
,
normal
and
conscientious
himself
,
had
tried
to
protect
a
nervous
brood
from
life
’
s
troubles
and
had
succeeded
merely
in
preventing
them
from
developing
powers
of
adjustment
to
life
’
s
inevitable
surprises
There
was
little
that
Dick
could
say
:
"
Helen
,
when
you
’
re
in
doubt
you
must
ask
a
nurse
,
you
must
learn
to
take
advice
.
Promise
me
you
will
.
"
What
was
a
promise
with
the
head
sick
?
He
looked
in
upon
a
frail
exile
from
the
Caucasus
buckled
securely
in
a
sort
of
hammock
which
in
turn
was
submerged
in
a
warm
medical
bath
,
and
upon
the
three
daughters
of
a
Portuguese
general
who
slid
almost
imperceptibly
toward
paresis
.
He
went
into
the
room
next
to
them
and
told
a
collapsed
psychiatrist
that
he
was
better
,
always
better
,
and
the
man
tried
to
read
his
face
for
conviction
,
since
he
hung
on
the
real
world
only
through
such
reassurance
as
he
could
find
in
the
resonance
,
or
lack
of
it
,
in
Doctor
Diver
’
s
voice
.
After
that
Dick
discharged
a
shiftless
orderly
and
by
then
it
was
the
lunch
hour
.
Meals
with
the
patients
were
a
chore
he
approached
with
apathy
.
The
gathering
,
which
of
course
did
not
include
residents
at
the
Eglantine
or
the
Beeches
,
was
conventional
enough
at
first
sight
,
but
over
it
brooded
always
a
heavy
melancholy
.
Such
doctors
as
were
present
kept
up
a
conversation
but
most
of
the
patients
,
as
if
exhausted
by
their
morning
’
s
endeavor
,
or
depressed
by
the
company
,
spoke
little
,
and
ate
looking
into
their
plates
.
Luncheon
over
,
Dick
returned
to
his
villa
.
Nicole
was
in
the
salon
wearing
a
strange
expression
.
"
Read
that
,
"
she
said
.
He
opened
the
letter
.
It
was
from
a
woman
recently
discharged
,
though
with
skepticism
on
the
part
of
the
faculty
.
It
accused
him
in
no
uncertain
terms
of
having
seduced
her
daughter
,
who
had
been
at
her
mother
’
s
side
during
the
crucial
stage
of
the
illness
.
It
presumed
that
Mrs
.
Diver
would
be
glad
to
have
this
information
and
learn
what
her
husband
was
"
really
like
.
"
