It was a quiet day, and so Tristan sat in his office reading something on the relationship between hysteria and delusion when he heard the rapping. He stood up, hurried over to the waiting room and opened the door. He didn't have to watch for long to realize what was going on. "Come in. My office is in the back, straight ahead," he told the coachman, and assuming they made their way to the office, he followed. "Here, help her on to the sofa." It was already covered with cloth that could be washed. "Did your waters break just now, ma'm?"