"Not always, but you will now that you yourself are no longer uncertain about your future. The moment you find yourself perfectly happy you'll be longing for every one else to be the same."
"But how haven't I helped you?" she persisted.
"It would be difficult to explain in definite words. But I don't think my idea of your attitude towards us could have been entirely invented by my fancy."
"What attitude? What do you mean, Guy?"
He shook his head.
"My dear, if you aren't conscious of it, I'm certainly not going to attempt to put it into words and involve myself in such a net."
"How tantalizing you are!"
"No, I'm not. If you have the least inclination to think I may be right, then you know what I mean and you can do what I ask. If you haven't the least notion of what I mean, then it was all my fancy, and I'm certainly not going to give my baseless fancies away."
"This is all too cryptic," she murmured.
"Then let it remain undeciphered," he said, smiling; and he led the conversation more directly towards their marriage and the strangeness of the Rectory without Margaret.