He felt lonely.
And when I got home, he ran to meet me just like a child, with such a pleased smile on his face.

Somehow, Anne, I just gave way then.

That smile on his poor vacant face was more than I could endure.

I felt as if I were denying a child the chance to grow and develop.

I knew that I must give him his chance, no matter what the consequences might be.
So I came over and told Gilbert.