"My dear Frances, it would be most undesirable," said John. "By all means," said Levine, "let us take the worst for granted. Then possibly he'll think better of it." The family, therefore, adopted its characteristic policy of assuming Hugh's intentions to be obvious, of refusing to be surprised or even greatly interested. Only the Doctor, watching quietly, waited for his moment. It came the next evening when he dropped in to dine with Hugh. He turned the conversation upon Jane Holland, upon her illness, upon its cause and her recovery. "I shouldn't be surprised," said he, "if some time or other she was to have a bad nervous break-down." Hugh laughed. "My dear Henry, you wouldn't be surprised if everybody had a bad nervous break-down. It's what you're always expecting them to have." Henry said he _did_ expect it in women of Miss Holland's physique, who habitually over-drive their brains beyond the power of their body. He became excessively professional as he delivered himself on this head. It was his subject. He was permitted to enlarge upon it from time to time, and Hugh was not in the least surprised at his entering on it now. It was what he had expected of Henry, and he said so. Henry looked steadily at his brother. "I have had her," said he, "under very close observation." "So have I," said Hugh. "You forget that she is an exceptional woman." "On the contrary, I think her so very exceptional as to be quite abnormal. Geniuses generally are." "I don't know. For a woman to live absolutely alone, as she does, and thrive on it, and turn out the work she does--It's a pretty fair test of sanity." "That she should have chosen to do so is itself abnormal." "It's not a joyous or a desirable life for her, if that's what you mean," said Hugh. But that was not what the Doctor meant, and he judged it discreet to drop the discussion at that point. And, as for several weeks he saw and heard no more of Miss Holland, he judged that Hugh had begun to think, and that he had thought better of it. For the Doctor knew what he was talking about. When a Brodrick meant to marry, he did not lose his head about a woman, he married sanely, soberly and decorously, for the sake of children. It was so that their father had married. It was so that John--well, John had been a little unfortunate. It was so that he, the Doctor---- He stopped short in his reflections, remembering how it was that he had remained unmarried. Like every other Brodrick he had reserved for himself the privilege of the unexpected line. XXXII Every year, about the middle of August, Brodrick's family dispersed for the summer holidays. Every year, about the middle of September, its return was celebrated at a garden-party given by the Levines. Brodrick's brother-in-law lived with an extreme simplicity in one of those square white houses in St. John's Wood, houses secluded behind high, mysterious walls, where you entered, as by secret, through a narrow door.