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 as she stood there in the dusk , and she started very perceptibly . `` Good evening , Anne , '' he said , easily and unblushingly . Anne choked up . She was very angry , or thought she was . Jerome appeared not to notice her lack of welcome . He sat coolly down in his old place . His heart was beating like a hammer , but Anne did not know that . `` I suppose , '' she said cuttingly , `` that you 're on your way down to the bridge . It 's almost a pity for you to waste time stopping here at all , any more than you have of late . No doubt Harriet 'll be expecting you . '' A gleam of satisfaction flashed over Jerome 's face .
He looked shrewdly at Anne , who was not looking XXXXX him , but was staring uncompromisingly out over the poppy beds .
If as at for like of off over than that