If my patients elect to make me the butt of their neurotic imagination, surely I am more to be pitied than blamed." "No, I don't pity you at all," Olga said.

"It's want of sympathy, you know.

You go and do a splendid thing like--like--" She stopped suddenly.
"Please go on!" said Max.

"Let's hear my good points, by all means!" But Olga was in obvious confusion.

"I didn't mean to mention it," she said.