JANE
Jane’s remarks, as she turned my wardrobe over and over, commenting on it critically as she did so, made it almost as clear as possible that in accepting her assistance I had been guilty of an indiscretion. Considering the position in which she was supposed to stand towards me there was a frankness about her which I felt was unbecoming.
“Well, you haven’t got much to wear, and that’s a fact, look at it how you may; and what you have got I’ve seen you in till I should think you was sick of the sight; not that they amounted to anything, even when they was new.”
As I was about to point out, with some severity, that observations of that kind were not likely to assist me to any material extent, she branched off at a tangent.
“I was never out with five gentlemen all at once, not myself
