ACT III
Kitty : You never said a word to me.
Doctor : Please . . . please don’t let us wrangle. Tell me, Miss Baldry, his relations with his father and mother, now?
Jenny : His father was old when he was born, and always a little jealous of him, I think. He relied on him, though. His mother was not his sort. She wanted a stupid son who would have been satisfied with shooting. Chris is rather romantic.
Doctor : He turned, then, to women with a peculiar need?
Margaret (speaking suddenly, rather tensely) : Yes, he was always dependent.
[There is for a moment a silence that is almost a gasp.
Doctor . . . what’s the use of talking? You can’t cure him . . . make him happy, I mean. All you can do is to make him ordinary . . . and that means unhappy again.
Doctor : I grant you that’s all I do. It’s my profession to bring people from various outlying districts of the mind back to the normal. There seems to be a general feeling that that’s where they should be. Sometimes I must confess I don’t see the urgency myself.
Margaret (sadly) : I know how you could bring him back.
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