Mad. L. Have you seen my new conservatory, Doctor?
Des. No, Madame.
Mad. L. Well, I must show it to you, if I can drag myself so far.
Des. Drag? Why, good gracious! You're the picture of health this morning—fresh as a rose.
Mad. L. Fresh? Frozen. It's a curious fact, Doctor, that since I left the Antilles, twenty years ago, I have never yet known what it was to feel comfortably warm.
Des. That accounts for your continued good looks. Consult your Cookery Book, page 18. If you want to preserve things fresh, you must keep them cold. And you, Madame, [To Madame Aubrey] how do you find yourself?
Madame Aubrey. Very weak, Doctor. I ate a tolerable breakfast this morning.
Des. [Aside.] You may say that. Three eggs and a broiled chicken.
Mad. A. And I feel a fullness—
Des. [Aside.] I should think so.