For although she had tried to make herself believe that this was merely a prickly form of amorous approach, one to which, after all, she found the prototype in her own girlish heart, now, however—‘when they had really begun to love each other’, as it went in the somewhat child-like formula she used in the privacy of her own mind—a desperate lucidity warned her that the man to whom she was about to give everything did not take her seriously enough.