Morgan Flint

He leaves, abruptly. Elizabeth watches him stride away, through the rain. What has she done? She bitterly bursts into tears.

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 then I might be able to talk about it more… but you… you… You know what I am. I have lectured you and I have blamed you and you have borne it as no other woman in England could have borne it. God knows I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. You understand my feelings. Will you marry me?

I should like to see Emma in love and in some doubt of a return. It would do her good.

Bind yourself to me!