You do not understand.

You are thinking only of Sarah, as is natural just now.

It was not the moment for me to be talking of myself." "You never used to be selfish," said Peter, thawing somewhat, as she threw her arms about him, and rested her head against his shoulder.
She laughed rather sadly.

"But perhaps I am growing selfish--in my old age," said Peter's mother.
Later, Lady Mary sought John Crewys in the smoking-room.

He sprang up, smiled at her, and held out his hand.
"So Peter has been confiding his schemes to you ?" "How did you know ?" "I only guessed.