Anyway! Here's a second little poem inspired by Jane and Prudence, this one from chapter 17.
After a Small Dinner Party
Nothing seems real, Prudence thought.
Tea under the walnut tree tomorrow
and then what? "Have you got
something nice to read?" Jane asked.
"Yes, thank you. A novel."
"And you have a book of poems
if your novelist should fail to charm or soothe."
I am drained of all emotion, Prudence thought.
"I think I'm quite ready for bed."