"I think—perhaps—I'd better bring her, first."
He spoke slowly, considering it.
Tomorrow was Sunday. He would bring her to tea, and in the evening he would walk back with her.
On Sunday afternoon he went down to the Manor Farm. He found Anne upstairs in the big sitting-room.
"Oh Jerrold, darling, I didn't think you'd come so soon."
"Maisie sent me."
"Maisie?"
For the first time in his knowledge of her Anne looked frightened.
"Yes. She wants to know you. I'm to bring you to tea."
"But—it's impossible. I can't know her. I don't want to. Can't you see how impossible it is?"