"I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said.
"My dear, I feel a thousand things every second.

I don't know, I'm sure, what I feel.

That afternoon on the heath--it was then--then--" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then.

"Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me--for the moment--but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed.
"Isn't it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra ?" she said gently.
William bowed his head.

After a moment's silence he murmured: "I believe you're right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily.