You know he will.
Do you think if he'd cared for you at all, he'd have given tuppence whether he taught you what most men teach most women.

The only woman a man thinks he has no real claim to, is the woman he loves; he believes he has a proprietary right to nearly every other blessed one he meets, and has only got to assert it." "How do you know these things, Janet?
What makes you say them ?" "You mean who's taught me them--eh?
What man has ever taken a sufficient interest in me to show me so much of his sex?
Isn't that what you mean ?" "No!" "Oh, I know I'm ugly enough.

That glass has a habit of reminding me of it every morning.

I could smash that glass sometimes with the back of a hair-brush, only it might break the hair-brush." "Janet, you're cruel sometimes! Things like that never enter my dreams!" Sally exclaimed passionately.
"Bless your heart," said Janet, "facts never do.

You take facts as they come; you act on them instinctively, but you don't realize them.
I _am_ ugly.