Fanny monologue — Fanny and the Servant Problem

Yes, it would. It would sound worse. One can get rid of one’s servants. [_She has crossed towards the desk_. _Her cheque-book lies there half hidden under other papers_. _It catches her eye_. _Her hand steals unconsciously towards it_. _She taps it idly with her fingers_. _It is all the work of a moment_. _Nothing comes of it_. _Just the idea passes through her brain—not for the first time_. _She does nothing noticeable—merely stands listless while one might count half a dozen—then turns to him again_.] Don’t you think you’re going it a bit too strong, all of you? I’m not a fool. I’ve got a lot to learn, I know. I’d be grateful for help. What you’re trying to do is to turn me into a new woman entirely.