I've got into the habit of imagining you; I'm always thinking what you'd say or do; I walk along the street talking to you; I dream of you.

It's merely a bad habit, a schoolboy habit, day-dreaming; it's a common experience; half one's friends do the same; well, those are the facts." Simultaneously, they both walked on very slowly.
"If you were to know me you would feel none of this," she said.

"We don't know each other--we've always been--interrupted....

Were you going to tell me this that day my aunts came ?" she asked, recollecting the whole scene.
He bowed his head.
"The day you told me of your engagement," he said.
She thought, with a start, that she was no longer engaged.
"I deny that I should cease to feel this if I knew you," he went on.

"I should feel it more reasonably--that's all.