Chapter 56

Lisbeth had meant for a long time to find out from Geneva exactly how much money she had left. She knew it could be very little. But at first she had been too ill, and later too indifferent, to face the problem of how she would live. She knew now that she would never model again. She had grieved a little on the day that she first looked at herself in the mirror, and seen her hair streaked with grey. “That was the fever, dear,” Miss MacKaye said. “You don’t want to care. There’s some stuff my sister uses that will f…