"I know. After his father's death."
"And he simply loves it now. I think it's because he's seen what you've done with it. I know he hadn't the smallest idea of farming it before. It's what he ought to have been doing all his life. And when you think how seedy he was when he came down here, and how fit he is now."
"I think," Anne said, "I'd better be going."
Maisie's innocence was more than she could bear.
"Jerry'll see you home. And you'll come again, won't you? Soon…. Will you take them? I gathered them for you."
"Thanks. Thanks awfully." Anne's voice came with a jerk. Her breath choked her.
Jerrold was coming down the garden walk, looking for her. She said good-bye to Maisie and turned to go with him home.
"Well," he said, "how did you and Maisie get on?"
"It was exactly what I thought it would be, only worse."
He laughed. "Worse?"