"I made you. I'm glad you told me."
She went up to Maisie in her room. Maisie had dressed for dinner and lay on her couch, looking exquisite and fragile in a gown of thick white lace. She gave a little soft cry as Anne came to her.
"Anne, you've been crying. What is it, darling?"
"Nothing. Only Jerrold told me what you'd done."
"Done?"
"Yes, for me. Why did you do it, Maisie?"
"Why? I suppose it was because I love you. It was the least I could do."
She held out her hands to her. Anne knelt down, crouching on the floor beside her, with her face hidden against Maisie's body. Maisie put her arm round her.
"But why are you crying about it, Anne? You never cry. I can't bear it.
It's like seeing Jerrold cry."
"It's because you're so good, so good, and I'm such a brute. You don't know what a brute I am."