But I didn't mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know.

There's another thing I want to tell you..." She paused.

"I haven't any authority from Ralph to say it; but I'm sure of this--he's in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner.

No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels.
"That proves that you're mistaken--utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too.

She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility.