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him, getting him to tell me his dreams. But you . . . it would be such a help if you could give me any clue to this discontent.
Kitty (angrily) : I tell you . . . he was not discontented till he went mad.
Doctor : Ah, madness is an indictment not of the people one lives with, only of the high gods. (With gentle flattery) If there was anything, it’s evident that it was not your fault. You, Mr. Baldry, you’ve known him longest. I take it you were boys together. Can you suggest anything?
Frank : I—er—Chris and I have never been really intimate. We haven’t a great deal in common. We played together as boys . . . I was a little older than he . . . but when I was ordained . . . I’m afraid he had very little sympathy. . . . No . . . no. . . . I—I can suggest nothing. He has never confided in me to any great extent. When he did so occasionally as a boy, he used to accuse me of preaching at him. Nothing was further from my intention, but that was his attitude always and . . .
Doctor (cutting in) : You, Miss Baldry?
Jenny : Nothing and everything was wrong. I’ve always felt it.
Kitty (with veiled hostility) : What do you mean, Jenny?
Jenny : I’ve felt for years that he wasn’t really happy.
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