It was about you, Jane, and in that way I got talking--something about you, my child.

Afterwards, I asked him whether he wouldn't speak to you yourself, but he said no--not till you'd heard all that was before you.
I think I understood him, and I dare say you will, if you think it over.' Matter enough for thinking over, in these words.

Did she understand them aright?
Before leaving the room she had not dared to look her grandfather in the face, but she knew well that he was regarding her still with the same smile.

Did she understand him aright?
Try to read her mind.

The world had all at once grown very large, a distress to her imagination; worse still, she had herself become a person of magnified importance, irrecognisable in her own sight, moving, thinking so unnaturally.