But I haven't got the sort of feeling--love, I mean--I don't know what to call it"-- she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist--"but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce--" "How a farce ?" he asked.

"But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed.
"I should have done it before," she said gloomily.
"You make yourself think things you don't think," he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner was.

"Believe me, Katharine, before we came here we were perfectly happy.

You were full of plans for our house--the chair-covers, don't you remember ?--like any other woman who is about to be married.

Now, for no reason whatever, you begin to fret about your feeling and about my feeling, with the usual result.