There is some talk of it, isn't there?
I don't want you to go.

Don't you want to go." "No! no!" said Emilia, with decisive fervour.
"Don't want to go ?" "No: to stay! I want to stay!" "Eh?
to stay ?" "To stay with you! Never to leave England, at least! I want to give up all that I may stay." "All ?" repeated Mr.Pole, evidently marvelling as to what that sounding box might contain; and still more, perplexed to hear Emilia's vehement--"Yes! all!" as if there were that in the mighty abnegation to make a reasonable listener doubtful.
"No.

I really don't want you to go," he said.

"In fact," and the merchant's hospitable nature was at war with something in his mind, "I like you, my dear; I like to have you about me.

You're cheerful; you're agreeable; I like your smile; your voice, too.