That required subtleties beyond Kate's depth, for she was at times alarmingly casual.
So she held her letter and thought about John Jardine.

As she thought, she decided that she did not know whether she was in love with him or not; she thought she was.

She liked being with him, she liked all he did for her, she would miss him if he went away, she would be proud to be his wife, but she did wish that he were interested in land, instead of inventions and stocks and bonds.

Stocks and bonds were almost as evanescent as rainbows to Kate.

Land was something she could understand and handle.