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"Jerrold--do you want me to go?"
"Want you?"
"Yes. You did once. At least, you wanted to get away from _me_."
"I didn't know what I was doing. If I had known I shouldn't have done it. I can't talk about that, Anne. It doesn't bear thinking about."
"No. But, Jerrold--tell me the truth. Do you want me to go because of Colin?"
"Colin?"
"Yes. Because of what your mother told you?"
"How do you know what she told me?"
"She told Eliot."
"And he told _you_? Good G.o.d! what was he thinking of?"
"He thought it better for me to know it. It _was_ better."
"How could it be?"
"I can't tell you...Jerrold, it isn't true."
"I know it isn't."
"But you thought it was."
"When did I think?"
"Then; when you came to see me."
"Did I?"
"Yes. And you're not going to lie about it now."
"Well, if I did I've paid for it."
(What did he mean? Paid for it? It was she who had paid.)
"When did you know it wasn't true?" she said.
"Three months after, when Eliot wrote and told me. It was too late then.... If only you'd told me at the time. Why didn't you?"
"But I didn't know you thought it. How could I know?"
"No. How could you? Who would have believed that things could have happened so d.a.m.nably as that?"
"But it's all right now. Why did you say it was too late?"
"Because it _was_ too late. I was married."
"What _do_ you mean?"
"I mean that I lied when I told you it made no difference. It made that difference. If I hadn't thought that you and Colin were...if I hadn't thought that, I wouldn't have married Maisie. I'd have married you."
"Don't say that, Jerrold."
"Well--you asked for the truth, and there it is."
She got up and walked away from him to the window. He followed her there. She spread out her hands to the cold rain.
"It's raining still," she said.
He caught back her hands.
"Would you have married me?"
"Don't, Jerrold, don't. It's cruel of you."
He was holding her by her hands.
"_Would_ you? Tell me. Tell me."
"Let go my hands, then."
He let them go. They turned back to the fireplace. Anne shivered. She held herself to the warmth.
"You haven't told me," he said.
"No, I haven't told you," she repeated, stupidly.
"That's because you _would_. That's because you love me. You do love me."
"I've always loved you."
She spoke as if from some far-off place; as if the eternity of her love removed her from him, put her beyond his reach.
"But--what's the good of talking about it?" she said.
"All the good in the world. We owed each other the truth. We know it now; we know where we are. We needn't humbug ourselves and each other any more. You see what comes of keeping back the truth. Look how we've had to pay for it. You and me. Would you rather go on thinking I didn't care for you?"
"No, Jerrold, no. I'm only wondering what we're to do next."
"Next?"
"Yes. _That's_ why you want me to go away."