"He hasn't. Jerrold's place is here. He's got a duty and a responsibility. Your dear father didn't leave him the estate for him to let it go to wrack and ruin. It's most cruel and wrong of him."
"He can't do anything else. Don't you see why he wants to go? He can't stand the place without Father."
"I've got to stand it. So he may."
"Well, he won't, that's all. He simply funks it."
"He always was an arrant coward where trouble was concerned. He doesn't think of other people and how bad it is for them. He leaves me when I want him most."
"It's hard on you, Mother; but you can't stop him. And I don't think you ought to try."
"Oh, everybody tells me what I ought to do. My children can do as they like. So can Anne. She and Jerrold can go off to India and amuse themselves as if nothing had happened and it's all right."
But Anne didn't go off to India.
When she spoke to Jerrold about going with him his hard, unhappy face showed her that he didn't want her.
"You'd rather I didn't go," she said gently.