Regret! How paltry all will seem that was not of the essence of our love! And who knows how short our time may be?
When the end comes, will it be easy to bear, the thought that we lost one day, one moment of union, out of respect for idle prejudices which vanish as soon as they find themselves ineffectual?
Will not the longest life be all too short for us ?' 'Forgive me the words, dear.

Love is no less sacred to me.' Her senses were playing the traitor; or--which you will--were seconding love's triumph.
'I shall come home with you now,' he said.

'You will let me ?' Why was he not content to win her promise?
This proposal, by reminding her most strongly of the inevitable difficulties her marriage would entail, forced her again into resistance.
'Not now, Wilfrid.

I have not said a word of this; I must prepare them for it.' 'You have not spoken of me ?' 'I would not do so till I--till everything was more certain.' 'Certain!' he cried impatiently.

'Why do you torture me so, Emily?
What uncertainty is there?
Everything is uncertain, if you like to make it so.