"Supposing it had been true what your mother said, wouldn't that?"
"No. If you'd given yourself to Colin I should only have thought it was
your goodness. It would have been good because you did it."
"How queer. That's what Jerrold said. Then he _did_ love me."
"I told you he loved you."
"Then I don't care. Nothing else matters."
"That's all you have to say to me?"
"Yes. Unless I lie."
"You'd lie for Jerrold."
"For him. Not to him. I should never need to."
"You've no need to lie to me, dear. I know you better than he does. You
forget that I didn't think what he thought."
"That only shows that he knew."
"Knew what?"
"What I am. What I might do if I really cared."
"There are things you'd never do. You'd never do anything mean or
dishonourable or cruel."
"Oh, you don't know what I'd do...Don't worry, Eliot. I shall be too
busy with the land and with Colin to do very much."
"I'm not worrying."
All the same he wondered which of them knew Anne best, he or Anne
herself, or Jerrold.