"_May_ it be right then," I said, as I rose, deeming it useless to continue a discourse which was all darkness to me; and, besides, sensible that the character of my interlocutor was beyond my penetration; at least, beyond its present reach; and feeling the uncertainty, the vague sense of insecurity, which accompanies a conviction of ignorance.
Me levanté, comprendiendo lo vano de continuar una conversación de la que no comprendía nada, e intuyendo, además, que el carácter de mi interlocutor era superior a mi penetración. Me sentía indecisa y vacilante, como siempre que se trata de un tema que se ignora.