"Mind? Of course I don't. If I'm to look after him and the land it'll be very much easier there than here."
For every night at Colin's bedtime Anne came up to the Manor. She slept in the room that was to be Maisie's. When Colin screamed she went to him and sat with him till he slept again. In the morning she went back to the Farm.
She had been doing this for a week now, and Colin was better.
But he didn't want to go back. If, he said, Jerrold didn't mind having him.
Jerrold wanted to know why he didn't want to go back and Colin told him.
"Hasn't it occurred to you that I've hurt Anne enough without beginning all over again? All these damned people here think I'm her lover."
"You can't help that. You're not the only one that's hurt her. We must try and make it up to her, that's all."
"How are we going to do it?"
"My God! I don't know. I shall begin by cutting the swine who've cut her."
"That's no good. She doesn't care if they do cut her. She only cares about us. She's done everything for us, and among us all we've done nothing for her. Absolutely nothing. We can't give her anything. We haven't got anything to give her that she wants."