"But a farm, a whole thumping farm. It's a big house and two hundred acres. How can I take a thing like that? You couldn't yourself if you were me."
Maisie's little white fingers flickered over the blue delphiniums stacked in the blue-and-white Chinese jar. Her mauve-blue eyes were smiling at Anne over the tops of the tall blue spires.
"Don't you want to make him happy?" she said.
"Not that way."
"If it's the only way—?"
She passed out of the room, still smiling, to gather more flowers. They looked at each other.
"Jerrold, I can't stand it when she says things like that."
"No more can I. But you know, she really does want you to take that farm."
"Don't you see why I can't take it—from you? It's because we're lovers."
"I should have thought that made it easier."