The chocolate and rolls arrived and Lily began once more to eat.
"I don't see how you can eat all that and keep your figure," observed Ellen.
"Massage," said Lily. "Massage . . . and luckily the time is coming when I can eat all I want and be as fat as I like. In another fifteen years I'll be an old woman and it won't matter what I do." The faint bitterness again drifted through the speech, evasive and imperceptible.
"What does Irene say to your selling?" inquired Ellen.
"The lawyers say she wants to sell. You know I haven't had a line from her in years. She's in France now, you know."
"In France!" said Ellen, her eyebrows rising in surprise.
"Yes, at Lisieux."
"I should think you'd go and see her."
"She wouldn't see me if I went. What good would it do?"
