D'you find that?
And then one never knows what any one feels.
We're all in the dark.

We try to find out, but can you imagine anything more ludicrous than one person's opinion of another person?
One goes along thinking one knows; but one really doesn't know." As he said this he was leaning on his elbow arranging and rearranging in the grass the stones which had represented Rachel and her aunts at luncheon.

He was speaking as much to himself as to Rachel.

He was reasoning against the desire, which had returned with intensity, to take her in his arms; to have done with indirectness; to explain exactly what he felt.

What he said was against his belief; all the things that were important about her he knew; he felt them in the air around them; but he said nothing; he went on arranging the stones.
"I like you; d'you like me ?" Rachel suddenly observed.
"I like you immensely," Hewet replied, speaking with the relief of a person who is unexpectedly given an opportunity of saying what he wants to say.