"And that's exactly what she is doing."
"Oh! For herself?"
"Well, she'd hardly bother to make them for other people."
"I disagree with you. Miss Fairbrother is exactly the sort of kind person who would like to see a friend's drawer filled with a lot of feminine frippery."
"This is for her own," I returned. "Go on, Jane."
She put down her work.
"You seem to be telling, so you had better finish, Marguerite."
"You mean you are too shy. Well, Nanty, Jane is to be married next month. Guess to whom. You shall have three tries."
Nanty sniffed superciliously.
"I should have thought she would have had more sense. To an Indian rajah who lives in a gilded palace?"