"But she confessed to myself only the other day that she suffered from a sense of unreality.

I told her that at any rate she had her own feelings surely.

And she said to me: Yes, there was one of them at least about which she had no doubt; and you will never guess what it was.
Don't try.

I happen to know, because we are pretty good friends." At that moment we all changed our attitude slightly.

Mills' staring eyes moved for a glance towards Blunt, I, who was occupying the divan, raised myself on the cushions a little and Mr.Blunt, with half a turn, put his elbow on the table.
"I asked her what it was.