"One forgets only those things that one wants to forget. It's our business to find out why he wanted to forget this life."
"He can remember quite well when he is hypnotized," she said obstructively. She had quite ceased to glow.
"Oh, hypnotism 's a silly trick. It releases the memory of a dissociated personality which can't be related—not possibly in such an obstinate case as this—to the waking personality. I'll do it by talking to him. Getting him to tell his dreams." He beamed at the prospect. "But you—it would be such a help if you would give me any clue to this discontent."
"I tell you," said Kitty, "he was not discontented till he went mad."
He caught the glint of her rising temper.
"Ah," he said, "madness is an indictment not of the people one lives with, only of the high gods. If there was anything, it's evident that it was not your fault. A smile sugared it, and knowing that where
