Frequently, by the time she returned to her house, Mrs Lanier would be limp as a freesia. Her maid Gwennie would have to beseech her to lie down, to gain the strength to change her gown for a filmier one and descend to her drawing-room, her eyes darkly mournful, but her exquisite breasts pointed high.

— The Custard Heart by Dorothy Parker (Penguin Modern, #4) (Page 4)