XXXVIAnne got home just as it was getting dusk. Janet looked up with a smile and said, “Here you are,” in a voice from which she tried to banish the relief.
“I’m not late?”
“Oh, no—no.”
Lizabet turned a page of her book and said, “Janet thought you had gone for ever. I didn’t.”
No one asked her why she didn’t think so. When she had waited for a little she tossed her bright head and said languidly, “No such luck.”
Anne had come in in such a state of contentment that she could laugh. She said,
“Just wait a little, Lizabet.”
When Anne went out of the room Janet followed her.
“She’s like a child. It’s very good of you not to mind. She’s just a jealous child. I can’t give way to her.”
“No, I suppose not. I won’t stay here. It makes things too uncomfortable for you.”
“No—no, really! Li
