`` He 's Gilbert Blythe , '' said Marilla contentedly . Marilla would have died the death before she would have put into words the thought that was always in the background of her mind whenever she had looked at Gilbert from his childhood up -- the thought that , had it not been for her own wilful pride long , long ago , he might have been HER son . Marilla felt that , in some strange way , his marriage with Anne would put right that old mistake . Good had come out of the evil of the ancient bitterness . As for Anne herself , she was so happy that she almost felt frightened . The gods , so says the old superstition , do not like to behold too happy mortals . It is certain , at least , that some human beings do not . Two of that ilk descended upon Anne one violet dusk and proceeded to do what in them lay to prick the rainbow bubble of her satisfaction . If she thought she was getting any particular prize in young Dr. Blythe , or if she imagined that he was still as infatuated with her as he might have been in his salad days , it was surely their duty to put the matter before her in another light . Yet these two worthy ladies were not enemies of Anne ; on the contrary , they were really quite fond of her , and would have defended her as their own young had anyone else attacked her . Human nature is not obliged to be consistent . Mrs. Inglis -- nee Jane Andrews , to quote from the Daily Enterprise -- came with her mother and Mrs. Jasper Bell . But in Jane the milk of human kindness had not been curdled by years of matrimonial bickerings . Her lines had fallen in pleasant places . In spite of the fact -- as Mrs. Rachel Lynde would say -- that she had married a millionaire , her marriage had been happy . Wealth had not spoiled her . She was still the placid , amiable , pink-cheeked Jane of the old quartette , sympathising with her old chum 's happiness and as keenly interested in all the dainty details of Anne 's trousseau as if it could rival her own silken and bejewelled splendors . Jane was not brilliant , and had probably never made a remark worth listening to in her life ; but she never said anything that would hurt anyone 's feelings -- which may be a negative talent but is likewise a rare and enviable one . `` So Gilbert did n't go back on you after all , '' said Mrs. Harmon Andrews , contriving to convey an expression of surprise in her tone . `` Well , the Blythes generally keep their word when they 've once passed it , no matter what happens .
Let me see -- you 're twenty-five , are n't you , XXXXX ?
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