“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; [..]”