For heaven’s sake, Mabel, drop that insane asylum! If you _did_ have a suppressed desire for Stephen hidden away in you--God knows it isn’t hidden now. Dr. Russell has brought it into your consciousness--with a vengeance. That’s all that’s necessary to break up a complex. Psychoanalysis doesn’t say you have to _gratify_ every suppressed desire. STEVE [_Softly._] Unless it’s for Lyman Eggleston. HENRIETTA [_Turning on him._] Well, if it comes to that, Stephen Brewster, I’d like to know why that interpretation of mine isn’t as good as this one? Step, Hen! STEVE But Be Rooster! [_He pauses, chuckling to himself._] Step-Hen B-rooster. And _Hen_rietta. Pshaw, my dear, Doc Russell’s got you beat a mile! [_He turns away and chuckles._] Be rooster! MABEL What has Lyman Eggleston got to do with it? STEVE According to Henrietta, you, the hen, have a suppressed desire for _Egg_leston, the egg. MABEL Henrietta, I think that’s indecent of you! He is bald as an egg and little and fat--the idea of you thinking such a thing of me! HENRIETTA Well, Bob isn’t little and bald and fat! Why don’t you stick to your own husband? [_To STEPHEN._] What if Dr. Russell’s interpretation has got mine “beat a mile”? [_Resentful look at him._] It would only mean that Mabel doesn’t want Eggleston and does want you. Does that mean she has to have you? MABEL But you said Mabel Snow-- HENRIETTA _Mary_ Snow! You’re not as much like her as you think--substituting your name for hers! The cases are entirely different. Oh, I wouldn’t have _believed_ this of you, Mabel. [_Beginning to cry._] I brought you here for a pleasant visit--thought you needed brightening _up_--wanted to be _nice_ to you--and now you--my husband--you insist-- [_In fumbling her way to her chair she brushes to the floor some sheets from the psychoanalytical table._ STEVE [_With solicitude._] Careful, dear. Your paper on psychoanalysis! [_Gathers up sheets and offers them to her._ HENRIETTA I don’t want my paper on psychoanalysis! I’m sick of psychoanalysis! STEVE [_Eagerly._] Do you mean that, Henrietta? HENRIETTA Why shouldn’t I mean it? Look at all I’ve done for psychoanalysis--and--[_Raising a tear-stained face_] what has psychoanalysis done for me? STEVE Do you mean, Henrietta, that you’re going to stop _talking_ psychoanalysis? HENRIETTA Why shouldn’t I stop talking it? Haven’t I seen what it does to people? Mabel has gone crazy about psychoanalysis! [_At the word_ “crazy” _with a moan MABEL sinks to chair and buries her face in her hands._ STEVE [_Solemnly._] Do you swear never to wake me up in the night to find out what I’m dreaming? HENRIETTA Dream what you please--I don’t care what you’re dreaming. STEVE Will you clear off my work-table so the Journal of Morbid Psychology doesn’t stare me in the face when I’m trying to plan a house? HENRIETTA [_Pushing a stack of periodicals off the table._] I’ll _burn_ the Journal of Morbid Psychology! STEVE