"Ice bath," Miss Hellner almost shouted. "With lumps of ice to float. Then I rub you with oil of olives."
Aunt Cuckoo nodded gratefully; after the ice such a proceeding sounded luxurious.
"Then with nothing on you will do the gymnastic. Up and down the room. Backwards and forwards. So."
"Dear me, with nothing on? Absolutely nothing? Couldn't I keep a small towel?"
"Nothing on," repeated the masseuse obstinately. "Then you sit for ten minutes in the window with the fan."
"But surely not with nothing on except a fan?"
"With nothing on," the masseuse insisted. "Then——" She paused impressively, while Aunt Cuckoo looked excessively agitated, and Jasmine wondered what ultimate ordeal she was going to prescribe. Surely she could not intend to make the patient sit in the garden or drive in the brougham with nothing on?
"Then you will drink a large glass of lemonade and absorb the oil," Miss Hellner announced.
"Good gracious! Not a very large glass of oil?"
"It is the lemons who drink the oil. It was not you yourself," Miss Hellner explained scornfully.