I cannot marry anybody else, I want her only." "Her?
Whom ?" "Who! why, Beatrice--whom else could a man want to marry, if once he had seen her.

But she will not have me; she hates me." "Really," said Geoffrey.
"Yes, really, and do you know why?
Shall I tell you why?
I will tell you," and he grasped him by the arm and whispered hoarsely in his ear: "Because she loves _you_, Mr.Bingham." "I tell you what it is, Mr.Davies," said Geoffrey shaking his arm free, "I am not going to stand this kind of thing.

You must be off your head." "Don't be angry with me," he answered.

"It is true.

I have watched her and I know that it is true.