"I suppose you have heard of this?" asked Craig.
The doctor read it hastily, then looked up, as if measuring from
Kennedy's manner just how much he knew. "As nearly as I could make
out," he said slowly, his reticence to outward appearance gone,
"Maitland seemed to have something on his mind. He came inquiring
as to the real cause of his wife's nervousness. Before I had
talked to him long I gathered that he had a haunting fear that she
did not love him any more, if ever. I fancied that he even doubted
her fidelity."
I wondered why the doctor was talking so freely, now, in contrast
with his former secretiveness.
"Do you think he was right?" shot out Kennedy quickly, eying Dr.
Ross keenly.
"No, emphatically, no; he was not right," replied the doctor,
meeting Craig's scrutiny without flinching. "Mrs. Maitland," he
went on more slowly as if carefully weighing every word, "belongs
to a large and growing class of women in whom, to speak frankly,
sex seems to be suppressed. She is a very handsome and attractive
woman--you have seen her? Yes? You must have noticed, though, that
she is really frigid, cold, intellectual.
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