"Anne wouldn't care what anybody said about her. My mother left her all by herself here to take care of him and she wouldn't leave him. She thought of nothing but him." "She must be a perfect angel." "She is." "But about these horrible people--what do you want me to do?" "Do what you like." "_I_ don't want to know them. I'm thinking what would be best for Anne." "You needn't worry about Anne. It isn't as if she was _your_ friend." "But she _is_ if she's yours and Colin's. I mean I want her to be.... I think I'd better call on these Corbett and Hawtrey people and just show them how we care about her. Then cut them dead afterwards if they aren't decent to her. It'll be far more telling than if I began by being rude.... Only, Jerrold, how absurd--I don't know Anne. _She_ hasn't called yet." "She probably thinks you wouldn't want to know her." "Do you mean because of what they've said? That's the very reason. Why, she's the only person here I do want to know. I think I fell in love with the sound of her when you first told me about her and how she took care of Colin. We must do everything we can to make up. We must have her here a lot and give her a jolly time." He looked at her. "Maisie, you really _are_ rather a darling." "I'm not. But I think Anne Severn must be.... Shall I go and see her or will you bring her?" "I think--perhaps--I'd better bring her, first." He spoke slowly, considering it. Tomorrow was Sunday. He would bring her to tea, and in the evening he would walk back with her. On Sunday afternoon he went down to the Manor Farm. He found Anne upstairs in the big sitting-room. "Oh Jerrold, darling, I didn't think you'd come so soon." "Maisie sent me." "Maisie?" For the first time in his knowledge of her Anne looked frightened. "Yes. She wants to know you. I'm to bring you to tea." "But--it's impossible. I can't know her. I don't want to. Can't you see how impossible it is?" "No, I can't. It's perfectly natural. She's heard a lot about you." "I've no doubt she has. Jerrold--do you think she guesses?" "About you and me? Never. It's the last thing she'd think of. She's absolutely guileless." "That makes it worse." "You don't know," he said, "how she feels about you. She's furious with these brutes here because they've cut you. She says she'll cut _them_ if they won't be decent to you." "Oh, worse and worse!" "You're afraid of her?" "I didn't know I was. But I am. Horribly afraid." "Really, Anne dear, there's nothing to be afraid of. She's not a bit dangerous." "Don't you see that that makes her dangerous, her not being? You've told me a hundred times how sweet she is. Well--I don't want to see how sweet she is." "Her sweetness doesn't matter." "It matters to me. If I once see her, Jerrold, nothing'll ever be the same again."