Had it been Mary or Helen the formula would have been simple.

He moved his legs restlessly one against the other.
Miss Jones went on: "And now, of course, I must go.

It's quite impossible for me to stay when I manage so badly--" She looked up and suddenly realised that it was truly Jeremy.

"You're only a little boy, but you know very well that I can't manage you.

And then where am I to go to?
No one will take me after I've been such a failure." The colour stole into his cheeks.