"You know I shan't. And I'll never give you up, unless Jerrold gets you."
"Eliot—I only told you about Jerrold, because I thought you ought to know. So that you mightn't think it was anything in you."
"It isn't something in me, then? Tell me—if it hadn't been for Jerry, do you think you might have cared for me?"
"Yes. I do. I quite easily might. And I think it would be a jolly good thing if I could, now. Only I can't. I can't."
"Poor little Anne."
"Does it comfort you to think I'd have cared if it hadn't been for
Jerry?"
"It does, very much."
"Eliot—you're the only person I can talk to about him. Do you mind telling me whether he said that to you, or whether you just guessed it."
"What?"
"Why, that he wouldn't—ever—"