The doctor offered no assistance.

“But the reason why I abuse her is perfectly plain.  I abuse her because she distresses me by her misfortunes and instead of my getting anything out of her, I go out to her.  But I do go out to her.  All this time at the back of my mind I am worrying about her.  She has that gift of making one feel for her.  I am feeling that damned carbuncle almost as if it had been my affair instead of hers.

“That carbuncle has made me suffer frightfully....  Why should I?  It isn’t mine.”

He regarded the doctor earnestly.  The doctor controlled a strong desire to laugh.

“I suppose the young lady—­” he began.

“Oh!  She puts in suffering all right.  I’ve no doubt about that.

“I suppose,” Sir Richmond went on, “now that I have told you so much of this affair, I may as well tell you all.  It is a sort of comedy, a painful comedy, of irrelevant affections.”

The doctor was prepared to be a good listener.  Facts he would always listen to; it was only when people told him their theories that he would interrupt with his “Exactly.”

“This young woman is a person of considerable genius.  I don’t know if you have seen in the illustrated papers a peculiar sort of humorous illustrations usually with a considerable amount of bite in them over the name of Martin Leeds?

“Extremely amusing stuff.”

“It is that Martin Leeds.  I met her at the beginning of her career.  She talks almost as well as she draws.  She amused me immensely.  I’m not the sort of man who waylays and besieges women and girls.  I’m not the pursuing type.  But I perceived that in some odd way I attracted her and I was neither wise enough nor generous enough not to let the thing develop.”

“H’m,” said Dr. Martineau.

“I’d never had to do with an intellectually brilliant woman before.  I see now that the more imaginative force a woman has, the more likely she is to get into a state of extreme self-abandonment with any male thing upon which her imagination begins to crystallize.  Before I came along she’d mixed chiefly with a lot of young artists and students, all doing nothing at all except talk about the things they were going to do.  I suppose I profited by the contrast, being older and with my hands full of affairs.  Perhaps something had happened that had made her recoil towards my sort of thing.  I don’t know.  But she just let herself go at me.”

“And you?”

“Let myself go too.  I’d never met anything like her before.  It was her wit took me.  It didn’t occur to me that she wasn’t my contemporary and as able as I was.  As able to take care of herself.  All sorts of considerations that I should have shown to a sillier woman I never dreamt of showing to her.  I had never met anyone so mentally brilliant before or so helpless and headlong.  And so here we are on each other’s hands!”

“But the child?