"Mr. Waller is dead, I see. I cannot grieve about it, nor, perhaps, can his widow very much"

This biting wit is seen again and again especially in the light of death.It makes me sit up and wonder about what Jane was really like and would I have enjoyed her company. I believe she is they type who is brutally honest, a quality I enjoy with a bit of tact, but I must remember that this is a letter written to a dear sister and confidant.