In questions of medicine women are divided into two great classes, those who will consult any doctor and try anything, and those who only ask the doctor's opinion when they are forced to, and who generally do precisely the opposite of what he suggests.

This is a more practical view and is probably the safer, if they must go to one of the two extremes.

Moreover, doctors are so much inclined to disagree that when three of them give a unanimous opinion it is apt to be worthless.
The only immediate result of Madame Bernard's consultation with the doctor was that she disappointed one of her pupils the next day in order to gain an hour, which she devoted to making a very exquisite 'mousse de volaille' for Angela.

The poor girl was much touched, but could only eat two or three mouthfuls, and the effort she made to overcome her repugnance was so unmistakable that the good little Frenchwoman was more anxious for her than hurt at the failure.
She had tried two sciences, she said to herself, but the doctor of medicine had talked the nonsense of theories to her, and the combined wisdom of Vatel, Brillat-Savarin, and Careme had proved fruitless.

A person who could not eat Madame Bernard's 'mousse de volaille' could only be cured by a miracle.