Nobody else _could_ understand it.

Perhaps we don't ourselves--quite! But I know what it does to _me_.

I can't bear the thought of other people spoiling the beauty of it by talking it over and looking on." He actually got up and began to walk about.

"Oh, I _ought_ to have something of my own--before it's all over--I ought! I want this miracle of a thing--for my own." He stopped and stood before her.
"My mother is the most beloved creature in the world.

I have always told her everything.