“Different — how — how — ”

“I haven't had a really good education, for one thing,” she continued, still on her knees by the sideboard. “My Italian trip came too late, and I am forgetting all that I learnt there. I shall never be able to talk to your friends, or behave as a wife of yours should.”

“I don't understand you. You aren't like yourself. You're tired, Lucy.”

“Tired!” she retorted, kindling at once. “That is exactly like you. You always think women don't mean what they say.”

“Well, you sound tired, as if something has worried you.”

“What if I do? It doesn't prevent me from realizing the truth. I can't marry you, and you will thank me for saying so some day.”