"Naturally."
"Now, a woman's good time depends on a woman's power over others, and that power depends on her thorough-going belief in herself. So long as she is perfectly well, she feels young, and so long as she feels young, she can give the impression that she is young--with the slightest assistance from art. And so long as she can give that impression--of course I am speaking of a woman who is what is called 'attractive'--it is all right with her. She will believe in herself, and she will have a good time. Now, Doctor Isaacson--remember that I consider all confidences made to a physician of your eminence, all that I tell you to-day, as inviolably secret--"
"Of course," he said.
"Lately my belief in myself has been--well, shaken. I attribute this to some failure in my health. So I have come to you. Try to find out if anything in my bodily condition is wrong."
"Very well. But you must allow me to examine you, and I must put to you a number of purely medical questions which you must answer truthfully."
"En avant, monsieur!"
She put her parasol down on the floor beside her.
"I don't believe in subterfuge--with a doctor," she said.