"Not a scrap. I know Janey's ways. She is a little bit of a glutton is my Jane, and she overate herself at tea at the Singletons'. Now, you must not breathe it to mortal; but when I saw her taking that third plate of strawberries and cream, and that fifth hot buttered cake, I guessed there'd be something up to-night. She gets attacks of indigestion very severely; but if she has a chance of making a good meal--I mean a meal that she likes, for, of course, although the food here is good and plentiful, it is very simple--she never can resist it. There's my Janey to the life, so you needn't suppose that I am a little bit anxious about her."