I do believe you now.

She soars beyond my reach sometimes.

I don't pretend to understand her, and--tell it not in Gath--I stand a little in awe of her.

I never was on speaking terms with her most gracious majesty, whom Heaven long preserve; but, if I were, I fancy I should feel as I do sometimes talking to Kate.

She is perfection, and I am--well, I am not, and she is very fond of me.