"No, no, Mrs. Hanford, you misunderstand. I implied no moral question. I really meant to ask if you knew whether Gloria and Bertram each and separately were properly continuing their therapy." Mr. Hanford grunted. "As parents of the affianced bride," he said, "we're paying for it!" Mrs. Hanford blushed. "I--er--snooped," she said. Scholar Ross looked at Mrs. Hanford with an expression that indicated that snooping was an entirely acceptable form of social behavior. "And what did you find?" "Everything entirely right." Then she looked doubtful and bit her lower lip. "Scholar Ross, I'm no authority in these matters. In Gloria's bathroom were the same-_looking_ kind of bottles and pills that we got when you prescribed, and when I turned on the speaker in her bedroom it sounded like the same kind of music as I'd heard in her bedroom when she was living at home. It--frankly--depressed me." "And Bertram's?" "I know less of his medication. But I did listen to his music outlet. It removed the feeling of depression I'd gotten from Gloria's program material." "That's quite right. It sounds reasonable." * * * * * She blushed again and looked at her husband. "Only one thing," she said very slowly. "What's that?" "I--er, hardly know how to put it. You see, when Gerald and I were affianced, neither one of us were undergoing any kind of corrective therapy and so I don't know how these things work out." "What are you driving at?" "Why, Scholar Ross, with neither of us undergoing corrective therapy, it didn't matter which one of the bedrooms we used." Scholar Ross considered for a moment and then nodded. "Of course," he said with an air of complete finality. "That's it!" "What's it?" asked Mr. Hanford. "The situation becomes a simple matter of reduction to the law of most-active reaction. Look," he said, "we have one personality that requires an environment of stimulation to bring him up to normal, and another personality that requires a tranquil atmosphere to normal. Place them both in the tranquilizing environment and he is driven deeper into his lethargy, probably to the point of complete physical and intellectual torpor. Place them both in the stimulating atmosphere and he becomes normal while she goes into transports of sensuous excitement. This explains it!" "Explains what?" demanded Mr. Hanford. "Her recent behavior. Or rather escapade." None of them heard the gentle snick of the lock in the front door. "Escapade?" exclaimed Mrs. Hanford. "We didn't know that she was in any trouble," said Mr. Hanford. "That's just the point," said Scholar Ross. "Your daughter has the infuriating habit of indulging in outrageous behavior under the name of brilliant intellectual accomplishment." Gloria Hanford said, "Why, thank you, sir!" She dropped the scholar a deep curtsey, displaying several inches of slender ankle. "Gloria!" demanded her mother. "What have you been up to?"