Ah, dearest, why should we part for the sake of dubious and distant evils, when the misery of absence is the most certain, the most unceasing evil we can endure ?" "For your sake, and therefore for mine!" interrupted Isabel, struggling with her tears.

"I am a beggar and an outcast.

You must not link your fate with mine.

I could bear, Heaven knows how willingly, poverty and all its evils for you and with you; but I cannot bring them upon you." "Nor will you," said Mordaunt, passionately, as he covered the hand he held with his burning kisses.

"Have I not enough for both of us?
It is my love, not poverty, that I beseech you to share." "No! Algernon, you cannot deceive me; your own estate will be torn from you by the law: if you marry me, your cousin will not assist you; I, you know too well, can command nothing; and I shall see you, for whom in my fond and bright dreams I have presaged everything great and exalted, buried in an obscurity from which your talents can never rise, and suffering the pangs of poverty and dependence and humiliation like my own; and--and--I--should be the wretch who caused you all.