Mary had to explain. "The natural instincts of sex . . ." she began didactically. But Anne cut her short.
"Yes, yes. Perfectly. I understand. Repressions; old maids and all the rest. But what about them?"
"That's just it," said Mary. "I'm afraid of them. It's always dangerous to repress one's instincts. I'm beginning to detect in myself symptoms like the ones you read of in the books. I constantly dream that I'm falling down wells; and sometimes I even dream that I'm climbing up ladders. It's most disquieting. The symptoms are only too clear."
"Are they?"
"One may become a nymphomaniac if one's not careful. You've no idea how serious these repressions are if you don't get rid of them in time."
"It sounds too awful," said Anne. "But I don't see that I can do anything to help you."
"I thought I'd just like to talk it over with you."
"Why, of course; I'm only too happy, Mary darling."
Mary coughed and drew a deep breath. "I presume," she began sententiously,
