Blythe

That's Gilbert Blythe sitting right across the aisle from you, Anne. Just look at him and see if you don't think he's handsome.

Gilbert Blythe was trying to make Anne Shirley look at him and failing utterly.

"I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe," said Anne firmly.

Anne had evidently made up her mind to hate Gilbert Blythe to the end of life.

"I didn't think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good friends that you'd stand for half an hour at the gate talking to him," said Marilla with a dry smile.

One evening at sunset, Jane Andrews, Gilbert Blythe, and Anne Shirley were lingering by a fence in the shadow of gently swaying spruce boughs.