"Quite serious.

Do you want to talk about it or not ?" She gave a little groan.
"No, I don't want to, but I've got to," she said.

"Aunt Barbara--we became Sylvia and Aunt Barbara an hour or two ago, and she's a dear--Aunt Barbara has been talking to me about it already." "And what did Aunt Barbara say ?" "Just what you are going to," said Sylvia; "namely, that I had better make up my mind what I mean to say when Michael says what he means to say." She shifted round so as to face her brother as he stood in front of the fire, and pulled his trouser-leg more neatly over the top of his shoe.
"But what's to happen if I can't make up my mind ?" she said.

"I needn't tell you how much I like Michael; I believe I like him as much as I possibly can.

But I don't know if that is enough.