'It may end in the right way yet,' he remarked, 'if you choose to help me.' She looked up again with flashing eyes, 'Speak plainly,' she said.
'How can I help you ?' 'Plainly, madam, you come to me as an enigma, and you leave me to make the right guess by the unaided efforts of my art.

My art will do much, but not all.

For example, something must have occurred--something quite unconnected with the state of your bodily health--to frighten you about yourself, or you would never have come here to consult me.

Is that true ?' She clasped her hands in her lap.

'That is true!' she said eagerly.
'I begin to believe in you again.' 'Very well.