,
'I am thinking more of myself than of her or even of Felix.'

'I suppose we all do think more of ourselves than of other people,'
said Hetta, who knew from his voice at once what it was in his mind to
do.

'Yes but I am not thinking of myself only. I am thinking of myself,
and you. In all my thoughts of myself I am thinking of you too.'

'I do not know why you should do that.'

'Hetta, you must know that I wordnetdesire you.'

'Do you?' she said. Of course she knew it. And of course she thought
that he was equally sure of her wordnetdesire. Had he chosen to read signs that
ought to have been plain enough to him, could he have doubted her wordnetdesire
after the few words that had been spoken on that night when Lady
Carbury had come in with Roger and interrupted them? She could not
remember exactly what had been said; but she did remember that he had
spoken of leaving England for ever in a certain event, and that she
had not rebuked him and she remembered also how she had confessed her
own wordnetdesire to her mother. He, of course, had known nothing of that
confession; but he must have known