She saw nothing before her but more and more boredom; and the subject of Anne alone held out the prospect of relief. She flew to it as she would have fled from any danger.
"By the way, Maisie, if I were you I wouldn't let Anne see too much of
Jerrold."
"Why not?"
"Because, my dear, it isn't good for her."
"I should have thought," Maisie said, "it was very good for both of them, as they like each other. I should never dream of interfering with their friendship. That's the way people get themselves thoroughly disliked. I don't want Jerry to dislike me, or Anne, either. I like them to feel that if he is married they can go on being friends just the same."
"Oh, of course, if you like it——"
"I do like it," said Maisie, firmly.
Firm opposition was a thing that Adeline's wilfulness could never stand. It always made her either change the subject or revert to her original statement. This time she reverted.
"My point was that it isn't fair to Anne."
"Why isn't it?"