Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . my trouble was more seri-ous than mere bodily ailment—he said thatI required to be properly understood—myconstitution was such that I needed sympa-thy more than medicine. And thats per-fectly true; when I have my own way andwhat I want Im not the same person!Cross me and there you are! I cant tell you how much better I amwhen he is here, and then when he goes Ifeel all down again. We have the loveliesttalks—not about common things most peo-ple talk to you of. but about your souland your better self and being noble andunselfish an
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . my trouble was more seri-ous than mere bodily ailment—he said thatI required to be properly understood—myconstitution was such that I needed sympa-thy more than medicine. And thats per-fectly true; when I have my own way andwhat I want Im not the same person!Cross me and there you are! I cant tell you how much better I amwhen he is here, and then when he goes Ifeel all down again. We have the loveliesttalks—not about common things most peo-ple talk to you of. but about your souland your better self and being noble andunselfish and things, dont you know, younever bother about ordinarily. And hes justcrazy over the theatre, the same as I am, and he knows several actresses, and oncewhen one of them fainted on the stage—Idont remember that he mentioned her name,but 1 know she was well known—he wTentback of the scenes and revived her, and whenshe came to she looked straight at him andsaid, Where am I? Oh yes, Dr. Williams comprehends mydifficulty as no one else ever did. Why, the. Something he called sterilized Welsh rarebits minute he takes my hand I feel so he doesnt make me diet or do anythingI dont like—he says I wont be a bit worseoff if I do -just as I please. He is so de-lightful I often forget he is a doctor andonly think of him as a man. And, my dear,when I told him sometimes I wasnt hungryhe asked for a chafing-dish and things, andmade the loveliest mess—something he call-ed sterilized Welsh rarebits—you knowthats not a bit like a doctor. Yesterday afternoon I ate two, and Henrywas worried to death because I didnt eatany dinner. I nearly laughed myself intohysterics—if he only knew. And then Igot so depressed and heavy I hardly sleptall night—if I laugh much all at once italways upsets me. . My dear, theres the bell—I prom-ised to tell you the moment you began totire me—you know what I mean—your talk-ing tire me—not you. Besides, I think thatsDr. Williams.
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