Jane Raleigh came in about then and I took her upstairs and closed the door.
“Jane,” I said, “I want your advise. And be honest, because it’s a serious matter.”
“If it’s Tommy Gray,” she said, in a contemptable manner, “don’t.”
How could I know, as revealed later, that Jane had gone on a Diet since yesterday, owing to a certain remark, and had had nothing but an apple all day? I could not. I therfore stared at her steadily and observed:
“I shall never ask for advise in matters of the Heart. There I draw the line.”
However, she had seen some caromels on my table, and suddenly burst into emotion. I was worried, not knowing the trouble and fearing that Jane was in love with Tom. It was a terrable thought, for which should I do? Hold on to him and let her suffer, or remember our long years of intimacy and give him up to her?
Should I or should I not remove his Frat pin?
However, I was not called upon to renunciate anything. In the midst of my dispair Jane asked for a Sandwitch and thus releived my mind. I got her some cake and a bottle of cream from the pantrey and she became more normle. She swore she had never cared for Tom, he being not her style, as she had never loved any one who had not black eyes.
“Nothing else matters, Bab,” she said, holding out the Sandwitch in a dramatic way. “I see but his eyes. If they are black, they go through me like a knife.”
“Blue eyes are true eyes,” I observed.