I would not think it.

I would force her to believe in me, to trust me, even to repent her suspicions, though appearances were all against me, and Heaven knew how much or when I might be permitted to explain.

I would not be a man if I took her at her word, and let her slip from me, no matter how many times that word were repeated; so I told myself over and over.

Yet a voice inside me seemed to say that nothing could be as it had been; that I'd sacrificed my happiness to please a stranger, and to save a woman whom I had never really loved.
Di was so beautiful, so sweet, so used to being admired by men; there were so many who loved her, so many with a thousand times more to offer than I had or would ever have: how could I hope that she would go on caring for me, after what had happened to-day?
I wondered.

She hadn't said in actual words last night that she would marry me, whereas this morning she had almost said she never would.