Your nursemaid now is old and fat. She can’t hide her volume of flesh with any arrangement or amount of fabric. However, you always think of her. You think of your nursemaid even when you long for the slim but voluptuous model on the perfume advertisements. You want the beauty to haunt your dreams. You think of a future with her. You yourself used to be slender, but you don’t accept that young wives, if they’re good enough, get old.