Upstairs, in Mrs. Tailleur's bedroom, Jane Lucy was talking to Mrs. Tailleur. They were sitting by the hearth while Kitty, clothed in warm garments, shook out her drenched hair before the fire. She had just told Jane how Miss Keating had left her, and she had become tearful again over the telling.
"Need you mind so much? Is she worth it?" said Jane, very much as Robert had said.
"I don't mind her leaving. I can get over that. But you don't know the awful things she said."
"No, I don't; but I dare say she didn't mean half of them."
"Didn't she though! I'll show you."
Kitty got up and opened the door into the other room. It was as Miss Keating had left it.
"Look there," she said, "what she's done."
Jane looked. "I'm not surprised. You did everything for her, so I suppose she expected you to pack and send her things after her."
"It isn't that. Don't you see? It's—it's the things I gave her. She flung them back in my face. She wouldn't take one of them. See, that's the white frock she was wearing, and the fur-lined coal (she'll be so cold without it), and look, that's the little chain I gave her on her birthday. She wouldn't even keep the chain."
"Well, I dare say she would feel rather bad about it after she's behaved in this way."