I think I know, for I have considered about it very much since you were here last time.

You liked me, didn't you?
You thought I was a nice little thing ?' 'Everybody thinks that, Rosa.' 'Do they ?' She knitted her brow musingly for a moment, and then flashed out with the bright little induction: 'Well, but say they do.

Surely it was not enough that you should think of me only as other people did; now, was it ?' The point was not to be got over.

It was not enough.
'And that is just what I mean; that is just how it was with us,' said Rosa.

'You liked me very well, and you had grown used to me, and had grown used to the idea of our being married.