I beg you--all the reasons are with me--to make my house your home.

You will.

You know I am rather lonely.' Diana struggled to keep her resolution from being broken by tenderness.
And doubtless poor Sir Lukin had learnt his lesson; still, her defensive instincts could never quite slumber under his roof; not because of any further fear that they would have to be summoned; it was chiefly owing to the consequences of his treacherous foolishness.

For this half-home with her friend thenceforward denied to her, she had accepted a protector, called husband--rashly, past credence, in the retrospect; but it had been her propelling motive; and the loathings roused by her marriage helped to sicken her at the idea of a lengthened stay where she had suffered the shock precipitating her to an act of insanity.
'I do not forget you were an heiress, Emmy, and I will come to you if I need money to keep my head up.

As for staying, two reasons are against it.