Tell me, Emma. Have I no chance of ever succeeding? My dearest Emma, for dearest you will always be, my dearest, most beloved Emma, tell me at once. I cannot make speeches. If I⌠if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But y-you know what I am. I have⌠I have lectured you, and Iâve⌠Iâve blamed you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England could have borne it. God knows Iâve been a very indifferent lover, but you understand me, you-you understand my feelings. Will you marry me?



















