‘It’s wonderful how different people feel,’ the nurse assured her; and Dr. Sanguesa nodded gravely, without having understood a word, and said, ‘We will see.’
‘He hasn’t tried it on himself, has he?’ remarked Catherine, when she was in the Rose du Barri room again, dressing.
The nurse laughed. She was a jolly-looking young woman,—but perhaps she was really an old woman, who had had the treatment.
‘Have you been done?’ asked Catherine.
The nurse laughed again. ‘I shall be if I see I’m getting old,’ she said.
‘It really is wonderful?’ asked Catherine, whose hands as she fastened her hooks were trembling with excitement.
‘You wouldn’t believe it,’ said the nurse earnestly. ‘I’ve seen men of seventy looking and behaving not a day more than forty.’
‘That’s thirty years off,’ said Catherine. ‘And supposing they were forty to begin with, would they have looked and behaved like ten?’
‘Ah well, that’s a little much to expect, isn’t it,’ said the nurse, laughing again.
‘I’m forty-seven. I wouldn’t at all like to end by being seven.’