“Well, Dr. Money-Berry is a specialist for fat round everywhere, whom fashionable women go to to have their figures made sylph-like. If Dr. Money-Berry depended upon cases of heart trouble he wouldn’t hang out very long in Harley Street, and nobody knows that better than you, mother.”
“Julia!”
“But,” Julia continued, “you’ve changed immensely during the last few months. I don’t know what made you throw up your societies and try to make yourself into a mere domestic woman; but you have regenerated yourself, that’s true enough.”
“I was too fat, Julia; it was not wholesome.”
“You were not more fat than you had been for the last ten years. I never remember you so thin as you are now. You have changed your milliner, you have changed your dressmaker, you do your hair a new way—you are a totally different woman, and I think daddy is quite right when he asks, ‘Where is it going to end?’”