"I know you were all right, you and he, when I saw you together here in the spring. So I suppose you were happy then. Jerrold looked wretchedly ill all the time he was at Taormina. So I suppose he was unhappy then because he was away from you. He looks wretchedly ill now. So do you. So I suppose you're both unhappy."
"Yes, we're both unhappy."
"Do you want to tell me about it, Anne?"
"No. I don't want to tell you about it. Only, if I thought you still wanted to marry me——"
"I do want to marry you. I shall always want to marry you. I told you long ago nothing would ever make any difference.
"Even if——?"
"Even if—Whatever you did or didn't do I'd still want you. But I told you—don't you remember?—that you could never do anything dishonourable or cruel."
"And I told you I wasn't sure."
"And I am sure. That's enough for me. I don't want to know anything more. I don't want to know anything you'd rather I didn't know."
"Oh, Eliot, you are so good. You're good like Maisie. Don't worry about Jerry and me. We'll see it through somehow."