The Deep Meadows people were amused and made joking remarks to Anne , which she had to take amiably because she had no excuse for resenting them . In reality they stung her pride unendurably . When Jerome had gone she realized that she had no other intimate friend and that she was a very lonely woman whom nobody cared about . One night -- it was three weeks afterward -- she met Jerome and Harriet squarely . She was walking to church with Octavia , and they were driving in the opposite direction . Jerome had his new buggy and crimson lap robe . His horse 's coat shone like satin and had rosettes of crimson on his bridle . Jerome was dressed extremely well and looked quite young , with his round , ruddy , clean-shaven face and clear blue eyes . Harriet was sitting primly and consciously by his side ; she was a very handsome girl with bold eyes and was somewhat overdressed . She wore a big flowery hat and a white lace veil and looked at Anne with a supercilious smile . Anne felt dowdy and old ; she was very pale . Jerome lifted his hat and bowed pleasantly as they drove past . Suddenly Harriet laughed out . Anne did not look back , but her face crimsoned darkly . Was that girl laughing at her ? She trembled with anger and a sharp , hurt feeling . When she got home that night she sat a long while by her window . Jerome was gone -- and he let Harriet Warren laugh at her and he would never come back to her . Well , it did not matter , but she had been a fool . Only it had never occurred to her that Jerome could act so .
`` If I 'd thought he would I might n't have been so sharp XXXXX him , '' was as far as she would let herself go even in thought .
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