Is it not better that the interview should be under your roof, within the same walls which shelter her sister?
There, the place itself imposes restraint on despair.

Oh, sir, this is no time for formal scruples; be merciful, I beseech you, not to me, but to Susan.

I judge of her by myself.

I know that I shall go to the altar more resigned to the future if for once I can give vent to what weighs upon my heart.

She will then see, as I do, that the path before me is inevitable; she will compose herself to face the fate that compels us.