"Want you?"

"Yes. You did once. At least, you wanted to get away from me."

"I didn't know what I was doing. If I had known I shouldn't have done it. I can't talk about that, Anne. It doesn't bear thinking about."

"No. But, Jerrold—tell me the truth. Do you want me to go because of
Colin?"

"Colin?"

"Yes. Because of what your mother told you?"

"How do you know what she told me?"

"She told Eliot."

"And he told you? Good God! what was he thinking of?"

"He thought it better for me to know it. It was better."