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"Because you keep on looking at me."
"I didn't know I was looking at you."
"Well, you were. You're always doing it. And I can't think why."
"It isn't because I want to."
He held his book up so that it hid his face.
"Then don't do it," she said. "You needn't."
"I shan't," he snarled, savagely, behind his screen.
But he did it again and again, as if for the life of him he couldn't help it. There was something about it mysterious and exciting. It made Anne want to look at Eliot when he wasn't looking at her.
She liked his blunt, clever face, the half-ugly likeness of his father's with its jutting eyebrows and jutting chin, its fine grave mouth and greenish-brown eyes; mouth and eyes that had once been so kind and were now so queer. Eliot's face made her keep on wondering what it was doing.
She _had_ to look at it.
One day, when she was looking, their eyes met. She had just time to see that his mouth had softened as if he were pleased to find her looking at him. And his eyes were different; not cross, but dark now and unhappy; they made her feel as if she had hurt him.
They were in the library. Uncle Robert was there, sitting in his chair behind them, at the other end of the long room. She had forgotten Uncle Robert.
"Oh, Eliot," she said, "have I done anything?"
"Not that I know of." His face stiffened.
"You look as if I had. Have I?"
"Don't talk such putrid rot. As if I cared what you did. Can't you leave me alone?"
And he jumped up and left the room.
And there was Uncle Robert in his chair, watching her, looking kind and sorry.
"What's the matter with him?" she said. "Why is he so cross?"
"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.
Grandmamma Severn thought she had been long enough running loose with those Fielding boys. Grandpapa Everitt agreed with her and they decided that in September Anne should go to the big girls' college in Cheltenham. Grandmamma and Aunt Emily had left London and taken a house in Cheltenham and Anne was to live with them there.
Colin and she were going in the same week, Colin to his college and Anne to hers.
They were discussing this prospect. Colin and Jerrold and Anne in Colin's room. It was a chilly day in September and Colin was in bed surrounded by hot water bottles. He had tried to follow Jerrold in his big jump across the river and had fallen in. He was not ill, but he hoped he would be, for then he couldn't go back to Cheltenham next week.
"If it wasn't for the hot water bottles," he said, "I _might_ get a chill."
"I wish I could get one," said Anne. "But I can't get anything. I'm so beastly strong."
"It isn't so bad for you. You haven't got to live with the girls. It'll be perfectly putrid in my house now that Jerrold isn't there."
"Haven't you _any_ friends, Col-Col?"
"Yes. There's little Rogers. But even he's pretty rotten after Jerry."
"He would be."
"And that old a.s.s Rawly says I'll be better this term without Jerrold.
He kept on ga.s.sing about fighting your own battles and standing on your own feet. You never heard such stinking rot."
"You're lucky it's Cheltenham," Jerrold said, "and not some other rotten hole. Dad and I'll go over on half-holidays and take you out. You and Anne."
"You'll be at Cambridge."
"Not till next year. And it isn't as if Anne wasn't there."
"Grannie and Aunt Emily'll ask you every week. I've made them. It'll be a bit slow, but they're rather darlings."
"Have they a piano?" Colin asked.
"Yes. And they'll let you play on it all the time."
Colin looked happier. But he didn't get his chill, and when the day came he had to go.
Jerrold saw Anne off at Wyck station.
"You'll look after Col-Col, won't you?" he said. "Write and tell me how he gets on."
"I'll write every week."
Jerrold was thoughtful.