“By acting in unison,—by solving the most perplexing problem in women’s practising your profession. She passed the edge of her fan over her lips before letting it fall furled upon her left hand, and looked luminously into Grace’s eyes. “I don’t at all know what you mean, Miss Gleason,” said the other. Miss Gleason kicked out the skirt of her dress, so as to leave herself perfectly free for the explanation. “Practising in harmony with a physician of the other sex. I have always felt that there was the great difficulty,—how to bring that about. I have always felt that the _true_ physician must be _dual_,—have both the woman’s nature and the man’s; the woman’s tender touch, the man’s firm grasp. You have shown how the medical education of women can meet this want. The physician can actually be dual,—be two, in fact. Hereafter, I have no doubt we shall always call a physician of each sex. But it’s wonderful how you could ever bring it about, though you can do anything! Hasn’t it worn upon you?” Miss Gleason darted out her sentences in quick, short breaths, fixing Grace with her eyes, and at each clause nervously tapping her chest with her reopened fan. “If you suppose,” said Grace, “that Dr. Mulbridge and I are acting professionally in unison, as you call it, you are mistaken. He has entire charge of the case; I gave it up to him, and I am merely nursing Mrs. Maynard under his direction.” “How splendid!” Miss Gleason exclaimed. “Do you know that I admire you for giving up,—for knowing _when_ to give up? So few women do that! Isn’t he magnificent?” “Magnificent?” “I mean psychically. He is what I should call a strong soul You must have felt his masterfulness; you must have enjoyed it! Don’t you like to be dominated?” “No,” said Grace, “I shouldn’t at all like it.” “Oh, _I_ do! I like to meet one of those forceful masculine natures that simply bid you _obey_. It’s delicious. Such a sense of self-surrender,” Miss Gleason explained. “It isn’t because they are men,” she added. “I have felt the same influence from some women. I felt it, in a certain degree, on first meeting _you_.” “I am very sorry,” said Grace coldly. “I should dislike being controlled myself, and I should dislike still more to control others.” “You’re doing it now!” cried Miss Gleason, with delight. “I could not do a _thing_ to resist your putting me down! Of course you don’t know that you’re doing it; it’s purely involuntary. And you wouldn’t know that he was dominating you. And he wouldn’t.”