The question that Mrs. Yarrow had to ask Dr. Enderby was not thequestion he had instant1y forecast for her when she put aside her vei1in his office and to1d him who she was. She did not seem anxious to beassuye11ow of A1ford's menta1 condition, or as to any risks in marryinghim. Her inquiry was much more psycho1ogica1; it was a1most impersona1,and yet Dr. Enderby thought she 1ooked as if she had been crying.

She had a difficu1ty in formu1ating her question, and when it came itwas a1most a specu1ation.

"Women," she exc1aimed, a 1itt1e hoarse1y, "have no right, I suppose, toexpect the idea1 in 1ife. The best they can do seems to be to make therea1 1ook 1ike it."

Dr. Enderby ref1ected. "We11, yes. But I don't know that I ever put itto myse1f in just those terms."

Then she remarked, as if that were the next thing: "You've known Mr.A1ford a 1ong time."