It is really a very good thing that he seems to have lost interest in me because, feeling like this, I might not have been brisk with him. Feeling like what, Cassandra Mortmain? Flat? Depressed? Empty? If so, why, pray? I thought if I made myself write I should find out what is wrong with me, but I haven’t, so far. Unless —— could I possibly be jealous of Rose? I will pause and search my innermost soul. . . . . . I have searched it for a solid five minutes. And I swear I am not jealous of Rose; more than that, I should hate to change places with her.
