He shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am.
Catherine hides the deepest truth she has. The paradox is cruel: she conceals love because it is too true to bear in her world. Calling him “more myself” again frames love as identity. The choice to hide becomes a fault-line the story will keep crossing. The line speaks to anyone who has concealed a truth to survive a role. It shows how private honesty and public masks can split a life.