You want to know how I earn so much; you want to know also, why, if I have earned so much, I am not content to rest from my labours.

Good, I will tell you.

I earn it by ministering to the vanities of women and sheltering them from the results of their own folly.

Has a lady a sore heart, she comes to me for comfort and advice.
Has she pimples on her face, she flies to me to cure them.

Has she a secret love affair, it is I who hide her indiscretion; I consult the future for her, I help her to atone the past, I doctor her for imaginary ailments, and often enough I cure her of real ones.