But, I know you will be too kind.
Oh! I love him.

So, I must love you, and I would not give you pain.

It is true he loves me.

You will not see him, because he loves me ?" "The doctor ?" muttered Mr.Pole.

"The doctor ?" he almost bellowed; and got sharp up from his chair, and looked at himself in the glass, blinking rapidly; and then turned to inspect Emilia.
Emilia drew him to her side again.
"Go on," he said; and there became visible in his face a frightful effort to comprehend her, and get to the sense of her words.
And why it was so frightful as to be tragic, you will know presently.
He thought of the arrival of Braintop, freighted with brandy, as the only light in the mist, and breathing heavily from his nose, almost snorting the air he took in from a widened mouth, he sat and tried to listen to her words as well as for Braintop's feet.
Emilia was growing too conscious of her halting eloquence, as the imminence of her happiness or misery hung balancing in doubtful scales before her.
"Oh! he loves me, and I love him," she gasped, and wondered why words should be failing her.