You see,
evidence is the only guide. You don't know that I am speaking the
truth; you just feel it. You're trusting your heart and not your
head. The head must win in the end. You might go on believing for
a time, but sooner or later you would be bound to begin to doubt
and worry and torment yourself. You couldn't fight against the
evidence, when once your instinct--or whatever it is that tells
you that I am speaking the truth--had begun to weaken. And it
would weaken. Think what it would have to be fighting all the
time. Think of the case your intelligence would be making out, day
after day, till it crushed you. It's impossible that you could
keep yourself from docketing the evidence and arranging it and
absorbing it. Think! Consider what you know are actual facts!
Nutty invites you down here, knowing that you are Lord Dawlish.
All you know about my attitude towards Lord Dawlish is what I told
you on the first morning of your visit. I told you I hated him.
Yet, knowing you are Lord Dawlish, I become engaged to you.
Directly afterwards you hear Nutty consoling me as if I were
marrying you against my will. Isn't that an absolutely fair
statement of what has happened? How could you go on believing me
with all that against you?'
'I know you're straight. You couldn't do anything crooked.
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