Dr. Trent's letter was like himself—wasting no words. Dr. Trent never beat about the bush. "Dear Miss Stirling"—and then a page of black, positive writing. Valancy seemed to read it at a glance; she dropped it on her lap, her face ghost-white. Dr. Trent told her that she had a very dangerous and fatal form of heart disease—in the last stages. He said that nothing could be done for her.

Valancy sat for a long while by her window. Outside was a world drowned in the light of a spring afternoon—skies entrancingly blue, winds perfumed and free, lovely, soft, blue hazes at the end of every street. But none of these things had any reality. Nothing had any reality except the fact that she had only another year to live.
The curious numbness that follows on a staggering blow possessed her. She did not feel anything except boundless surprise—behind which was the strong belief that Dr. Trent knew his business and that she, Valancy Stirling, who had never lived, was about to die.

Based on the information in the test, Dr. Trent can best be described
a

Apathetic
b

Compassionate
c

Forthright
d

Absentminded