"Nonsense," said Jerrold. "Why on earth shouldn't you come out to India too? I say, that would be a lark, wouldn't it? You would come, wouldn't you?"
"Like a shot," said Anne.
"Would you give up your farm to come?"
"I'd give up anything."
"That's all right. Let's go and play tennis."
They played for two hours straight on end, laughing and shouting. Adeline, intensely bored by Eliot and his absurd affairs, came down the lawn to look at them. She loved their laughter. It was good to have Anne there. Anne was so happy.
John Severn came to her.
"Did you ever see anything happier than that absurd boy?" she said. "Why can't Eliot be jolly and contented, too, like Jerrold?"
"Don't you think the chief reason may be that he isn't Jerrold?"
"Jerrold's adorable. He's never given me a day's trouble since he was born."