“Sir,” broke in the doctor, “before we get though, you are going to suggest some measures yourself. Let me tell you what happened today. When I received your card I did not know that you were the father-in-law of George Dupont. I say that you were a deputy, and I thought that you wanted to get some information about these matters. There was a woman patient waiting to see me, and I kept her in my waiting-room--saying to myself, This is just the sort of person that our deputies ought to talk to.” The doctor paused for a moment, then continued: “Be reassured, I will take care of your nerves. This patient has no trouble that is apparent to the eye. She is simply an illustration of the argument I have been advancing--that our worst enemy is ignorance. Ignorance--you understand me? Since I have got you here, sir, I am going to hold you until I have managed to cure a little of your ignorance! For I tell you, sir, it is a thing which drives me to distraction--we MUST do something about these conditions! Take this case, for example. Here is a woman who is very seriously infected. I told her--well, wait; you shall see for yourself.” The doctor went to the door and summoned into the room a woman whom Monsieur Loches had noticed waiting there. She was verging on old age, small, frail, and ill-nourished in appearance, poorly dressed, and yet with a suggestion of refinement about her. She stood near the door, twisting her hands together nervously, and shrinking from the gaze of the strange gentleman. The doctor began in an angry voice. “Did I not tell you to come and see me once every eight days? Is that not true?” The woman answered, in a faint voice, “Yes, sir.” “Well,” he exclaimed, “and how long has it been since you were here?” “Three months, sir.” “Three months! And you believe that I can take care of you under such conditions? I give you up! Do you understand? You discourage me, you discourage me.” There was a pause. Then, seeing the woman’s suffering, he began, in a gentler tone, “Come now, what is the reason that you have not come? Didn’t you know that you have a serious disease--most serious?” “Oh, yes, sir,” replied the woman, “I know that very well--since my husband died of it.” The doctor’s voice bore once again its note of pity. “Your husband died of it?” “Yes, sir.” “He took no care of himself?” “No, sir.” “And was not that a warning to you?” “Doctor,” the woman replied, “I would ask nothing better than to come as often as you told me, but the cost is too great.” “How--what cost? You were coming to my free clinic.”