I couldn't sleep at nights for thinking of my victims--" "You sentimental little absurdity! It wouldn't be honest to praise poor work." Jean shook her head.

"They could always be a little kind ...

Pamela, I love myself in this coat.

You can't think what a delight colours are to me." She stopped, and then said shyly, "You have brought colour into all our lives.

I can see now how drab they were before you came." "Oh dear, no, Jean, your life was never drab.