“Oh, what a misery to be poor!” she cried. “These beautiful things, it’s only in Paris they know how to dress, and not to be able to afford them! Poor Madame Foyot, she had no figure. Sometimes the dressmaker used to whisper to me: ‘Ah, Mademoiselle, if she only had your figure.’“
Philip noticed then that Miss Wilkinson had a robust form and was proud of it.
“Men are so stupid in England. They only think of the face. The French, who are a nation of lovers, know how much more important the figure is.”