Wealth had not spoiled her.

She was still the placid, amiable, pink-cheeked Jane of the old quartette, sympathising with her old chum's happiness and as keenly interested in all the dainty details of Anne's trousseau as if it could rival her own silken and bejewelled splendors.

Jane was not brilliant, and had probably never made a remark worth listening to in her life; but she never said anything that would hurt anyone's feelings--which may be a negative talent but is likewise a rare and enviable one.
"So Gilbert didn't go back on you after all," said Mrs.Harmon Andrews, contriving to convey an expression of surprise in her tone.

"Well, the Blythes generally keep their word when they've once passed it, no matter what happens.

Let me see--you're twenty-five, aren't you, Anne?
When I was a girl twenty-five was the first corner.