“How often?”
“Once a week, or so.”
“I feel very anxious about you.”
“But why, when I’m so well?”
“My dear girl, you are fading away, you are going to nothing, you are not as well covered as you were when we were married.”
“I am not skinny, Alfred!” said Regina, with dignity.
“Skinny! God forbid! But where are you going to stop?”
“In your heart, Alfred,” said Regina, looking at him very sweetly.
“But if you go on as you are at present, there won’t be anything of you left to stop!”
“Oh, you don’t understand. I had so given myself up to public life that I had let myself grow fat and ungainly, and I despised things that all women should think much of. But I have seen the error of my ways—and I feel as gay as a bird, as light as air. I only wish, dearest, that you would pay a little more attention to yourself.”