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 with him , '' was as far as she would let herself go even in thought . When four weeks had elapsed Jerome came over one Saturday night . He was fluttered and anxious , but hid it in a masterly manner . Anne was taken by surprise . She had not thought he would ever come again , and was off her guard .
He had come around the porch corner abruptly XXXXX she stood there in the dusk , and she started very perceptibly .
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