But one thing there is which could never be got over, even if I felt as you feel toward me.

Never can I think of little matters, or of turning my thoughts to--to any such things as you speak of, as long as a vile reproach and wicked imputation lies on me.

And before even that, I have to think of my father, who gave his life for me.

Firm, I have been here too long delaying, and wasting my time in trifles.

I ought to have been in Europe long ago.