Jerrold was thoughtful.
"After all, there's something in that idea of old Rawlings', that I'm bad for him. He's got to do without me."
"So have I."
"You're different. You'll stand it, if you've got to. Colin won't. And he doesn't chum up with the other chaps."
"No. But think of me and all those awful girls—after you and Eliot" (she had forgotten Eliot's sulkiness) "and Uncle Robert. And Grannie and Aunt Emily after Auntie Adeline."
"Well, I'm glad Col-Col'll have you sometimes."
"So'm I… Oh, Jerrold, here's the beastly train."
It drew up along the platform.
Anne stood in her carriage, leaning out of the window to him.
His hand was on the ledge. They looked at each other without speaking.