For he loves me! It is not a thing to doubt." Mr.Pole turned and recommenced his pacing with hasty steps.

All the indications of a nervous tempest were on him.

Interjecting half-formed phrases, and now and then staring at Emilia, as at an incomprehensible object, he worked at his hair till it lent him the look of one in horror at an apparition.
"The fellow's going to marry Lady Charlotte Chillingworth, I tell you.
He has asked my permission.

The infernal scamp! he knew it pleased me.
He bled me of a thousand pounds only the other day.

I tell you, he's going to marry Lady Charlotte Chillingworth." Emilia received this statement with a most perplexing smile.