“Three.”
“Good. Is there a spring bed?”
“Yes.”
“What is the spring bed stuffed with?”
“Horse hair.”
“Capital. Let me see you walk. No, no, naturally, and as if we weren’t looking at you.”
Caroline walks like Fanny Elssler, communicating the most Andalusian little motions to her tournure.
“Do you feel a sensation of heaviness in your knees?”
“Well, no—” she returns to her place. “Ah, no that I think of it, it seems to me that I do.”
“Good. Have you been in the house a good deal lately?”