It was something monstrous.

It took Anne's affection from you and concentrated it all on itself.

She worshipped it, she clung to it, she saw nothing else but it, and when it went everything went.

_You_ went first of all.

Well, you must just see that that doesn't happen again." "You mean that I must lead a life of iniquity ?" "You mustn't lead a life of anything." "Do you mean I mustn't be good any more ?" Majendie's imagination played hilariously with this fantastic, this preposterous notion of his goodness.
"Oh yes, be good," said Edith, "but not too good.