I love to rummage in out-of-the-way corners of people's brains and hearts if they will let me.

I like to follow a courteous host through the public corridors of his house and come upon a little chamber closed to the casual visitor.

If I have known him long enough I put my hand on the latch and smile inquiringly.

He looks confused and conscious, but unlocks the door.

Then I peep in, and often I see something that pleases and charms and touches me so much that it shows in my eyes when I lift them to his to say "Thank you." Sometimes, after that, my host gives me the key and says gravely "Pray come in whenever you like." When Dr.La Touche offers me this hospitality I shall find out whether he knows anything of that lavender-scented guest-room in Salemina's heart.