them.â
His other eyebrow rose to join the first. âHow veryâ¦novel.â
âItâs fairly well established that emotional trauma can affect the nervous system on a physiological level,â I countered. âIn the same way that unhappy thoughts can decrease gastric secretions, leading to digestive disease, unhappy emotions elicited by trauma can negatively affect the nervous system, leading to physical symptoms. It follows that if you change the emotions that are linked to the trauma, you should be able to make those symptoms go away.â I realized that, as so often happened in his presence, I was talking too fast and too much in an attempt to forestall his ridicule.
âAnd you expect to accomplish all that with several patients at once?â he drawled.
âItâs been done before in other contexts. With depressive consumptives, for instance. Cassellâs class model is tailor-made for people whoâve shared similar traumas.â
âOh, Iâm sure your precedents are sound. May I congratulate you, then, on a successful venture so far?â
I blinked at him, knowing he couldnât possibly have found out about Eliza but feeling somehow exposed nonetheless. âWell, itâ¦itâs really too early to say,â I finally answered. âYesterday was my first class.â
âYes, yes, your first class!â exclaimed Professor Bogard, glancing at the clock. âTell us, Genevieve, how did it go?â
The ticking of the clock filled the silence as they waited for my response. I couldnât possibly tell the professor about Elizaâs arrest in front of Mayhew. But I needed to hear his advice, and I didnât know when Iâd have another opportunity. I decided I would have to try to present the core problem without giving too much away.
I began with a brief description of the class members and their symptoms, before casually mentioning that one patient in particular had caught my interest. Trying my best to ignore Mayhew, who was now sprawled sideways in his chair with his chin propped skeptically on his palm, I sketched Elizaâs history and her private revelations to me after class. I didnât tell them the name of the doctor, or that I had encouraged Eliza to confront him. Nor did I mention that the doctor had been murdered just a few hours before.
âWhat did you make of her statements about the baby girl?â Professor Bogard asked when I was done.
âI suppose what concerned me most was her overwhelming guilt. I felt it was important to suggest that she wasnât the only one responsible for what happened.â
âFor what she says happened, you mean,â Mayhew interjected. âYou didnât accept it at face value, I hope.â
So he was no longer content to belittle just me, I thought; now he sought to discredit my patients as well. âAre you suggesting that there is no daughter?â I asked him. âThat sheâs making it all up?â
âIâm suggesting that it may be a product of her unconscious, Dr. Summerford,â he corrected. âYou do remember the unconscious?â
I stared at him in surprise. When the unconscious motive theories had started trickling in from abroad during my first years at medical school, Mayhew had been their loudest detractor, pronouncing them âfactually unsupportedâ and âprone to luridly sexual interpretation.â Now that the great Stanley Hall had taken up the cause, however, calling for a grand symposium to formally introduce the theories to America, he seemed to have changed his tune. I turned to Professor Bogard, waiting for him to pooh-pooh Mayhewâs farfetched assertion. But to my surprise, he was nodding in agreement.
âWeâd certainly have to question the truth of her story,â the professor said. âYou say the Reverend never mentioned a daughter?â
âWell, no,â I said, scrambling to follow this