Gilbert was friendly—very friendly—far too friendly....But Anne no longer found it satisfying. The rose of… — Lucy Maud Montgomery

And Gilbert was dying!

But she lay long awake that night, nor did she wish for sleep. Her waking fancies were more alluring than any vision of dreamland. Had the real Prince come at last? Recalling those glorious dark eyes which had gazed so deeply into her own, Anne was very strongly inclined to think he had.

But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.