Why does she write to you every week, why does she always start and listen when anybody mentions your name?
Oh, Mr.Bingham," Owen went on piteously, "be merciful--you have your wife and lots of women to make love to if you wish--leave me Beatrice.

If you don't I think that I shall go crazed.

I have always loved her, ever since she was a child, and now my love travels faster and grows stronger every day, and carries me away with it like a rock rolling down a hill.
You can only bring Beatrice to shame, but I can give her everything, as much money as she wants, all that she wants, and I will make her a good husband; I will never leave her side." "I have no doubt that would be delightful for her," answered Geoffrey; "but does it not strike you that all this is just a little undignified?
These remarks, interesting as they are, should be made to Miss Granger, not to me, Mr.Davies." "I know," he said, "but I don't care; it is my only chance, and what do I mind about being undignified?
Oh, Mr.Bingham, I have never loved any other woman, I have been lonely all my days.

Do not stand in my path now.

If you only knew what I have suffered, how I have prayed God night after night to give me Beatrice, you would help me.