"You mustn't mind. He doesn't mean it."
"No, but it's so funny of him. He's only cross with me; and I haven't done anything."
"It isn't that."
"What is it, then? I believe he hates me."
"No. He doesn't hate you, Anne. He's going through a bad time, that's all. He can't help being cross."
"Why can't he? He's got everything he wants."
"Has he?"
Uncle Robert was smiling. And this time his smile was for himself. She didn't understand it.
vii
Anne was going away. She said she supposed now that Eliot would be happy.