"No. Not him. Only a bit of him. Some bit that doesn't matter."
"Anne darling, I'd try not to think that."
"I don't think it. I feel it. Down there, deep inside me. I've always felt that Jerrold would come back to me and he came back. Then there was Colin. He'll come back again."
"Then there'll be Maisie."
"No, then there won't be Maisie. There won't be anything if he really comes…Now you see how mad I am. Now you see how awful it would be to marry me."
"No, Anne. I see it's the only way to keep you safe."
"Safe from what? Safe from Jerrold? I don't want to be safe from him. Eliot, I'm telling you this because you trust me. I want you to see me as I really am, so that you won't want to marry me any more."
"Ah, that's not the way to make me. Nothing you say makes any difference. Nothing you could do would make any difference."
"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."