Her head drooped upon her hands, her shoulders heaved convulsively.
'I don't know what to do--I am alone.

It's an insult to talk to me in this way.' 'I want to protect you from insult--I want to take you out of these miserable conditions--and there's only one way to do that,' he pleaded.
He took her hands in his and kissed them passionately.

'Oh, I love you.
There's nothing in the world I would not do to make you my wife.

Why should you hesitate?
It breaks my heart to see you unappreciated, neglected, living the sort of rough life that might suit a labourer's daughter, but which is sacrilege for Lady Bridget O'Hara.

A man had no right to condemn a beautiful, refined woman like you to such a fate....
Well there' as she murmured incoherently, 'I'll not say any more about that since it hurts you.