I am much honoured, for in some ways I am not your equal, but I do not love you, and I cannot marry you, and I think it best to tell you so plainly, once and for all," and unconsciously she went on digging the holes.
"Oh, do not say that," he answered, almost in a moan.

"For God's sake don't say that! It will kill me to lose you.

I think I should go mad.
Marry me and you will learn to love me." Beatrice glanced at him again, and a pang of pity pierced her heart.

She did not know it was so bad a case as this.

It struck her too that she was doing a foolish thing, from a worldly point of view.