_You_ may mind it much more than you think.

And if--' 'If what?
Go on!' She raised her eyes again and looked at him straight.
'If I can't make up ?' The colour flooded into his face, as though, far within, something stirred 'like a guilty thing surprised.' But he said tenderly: 'I don't care _that_, Beryl'-- he snapped his fingers--'for Mannering in comparison with you.' Her breath fluttered a little, but she went on resolutely.

'But I must say it--I must tell you what I feel.

It seems the right opportunity.

So often, Aubrey, I don't seem to understand you! I say the wrong thing.