"Don't cry, Anne darling; it isn't your fault. I made you."
"You didn't. You didn't. I wanted you and I made you come to me. And I knew what it would be like and you didn't."
"Nobody could have known. Don't go back on it."
"I'm not going back on it. If only I'd never seen Maisie—then I wouldn't have cared. We could have gone on."
"Do you mean we can't now?"
"Yes. How can we when she's such an angel to us and trusts us so?"
"It does make it pretty beastly," he said.
"It makes me feel absolutely rotten."
"So it does me, when I think about it."
"It's knowing her, Jerry. It's having to love her, and knowing that she loves me; it's knowing what she is…. Why did you make me see her?"