'Fate does not often deal so kindly as in giving you to me; I dare not _seem_ even to hesitate before the gift.

It is a test of the worth that is in us.

We meet by chance, and we recognise each other; here is the end for which we might have sought a lifetime; we are not worthy of it if we hold back from paltry considerations.

I dare not leave you, Emily; everything points to one result--the rejection of the scheme for your return, my father's free surrender of the decision to myself, the irresistible impulse which has brought me here to you.

Did I tell you that I rose in the middle of the night and went to Charing Cross to telegraph?
It would have done just as well the first thing in the morning, but I could not rest till the message was sent.