Why could she not?
She had always, hitherto, known her own mind.

If anyone had asked her a question about the estate, about the farm, she had known what to answer, important as the question might have been.

But now she seemed as if her mind were paralyzed, as if she could not decide.

Was it because she had never thought of love; because she had never dreamt that anyone would love her so much as to want to have her by his side for all his life?
As she looked through the window at the moonlight on the lawn, she thought of him; called up the vision of his tall, graceful figure and handsome face--yes; he was handsome, she knew.

But she had scarcely given a thought to his face; and only felt that it was good to have him near her, to hear him talk in his deep voice, broken sometimes by the short laugh which sounded almost boyish.