He stopped, and, without further ado, plunged into conversation.
"I can't bear it any longer," he said wildly, throwing up his arms.

"I saw her yesterday, and she cut me short before I could speak a word.

I have prayed for patience and it will not come, only a Voice seemed to say to me that I must wait ten days more, ten short days, and then Beatrice, my beautiful Beatrice, would be my wife at last." "If you go on in this way, Mr.Davies," said Elizabeth sharply, her heart filled with jealous anger, "you will soon be off your head.

Are you not ashamed of yourself for making such a fuss about a girl's pretty face?
If you want to get married, marry somebody else." "Marry somebody else," he said dreamily; "I don't know anybody else whom I could marry except you, and you are not Beatrice." "No," answered Elizabeth angrily, "I should hope that I have more sense, and if you wanted to marry me you would have to set about it in a different way from this.

I am not Beatrice, thank Heaven, but I am her sister, and I warn you that I know more about her than you do.