I warn you--and perhaps it's a matter of some concern to you--Mrs.Mazarine is in a bad way." Resentful and incredulous, the old man was about to speak, but the Young Doctor made an arresting gesture, and added: "She has very little strength to go on with.

She ought to be plump; her pulses ought to beat hard; her cheeks ought to be rosy; she should walk with a spring and be strong and steady as a soldier on the march; but she is none of these things, can do none of these things.

You've got a thousand things to do, and you do them because you want to do them.
There is something making new life in you all the time, but Mrs.
Mazarine makes no new life as she goes on.

Every day is taking something out of her, and there's nothing being renewed.

Sometimes neither good food nor ozone is enough; and you've got to take care, or you'll lose Mrs.Mazarine." He could not induce himself to speak of her as "wife." For a moment the unwholesome mouth seemed to be chewing unpleasant herbs, and the beady eyes blinked viciously.
"I'm not swallowin' your meaning," Mazarine said at last.