Of course I'm not forcing you.

It's entirely for you to decide.
As you say, so it shall be.

Well, what's the good of sitting like this.
Speak!" "I don't mind, Varvara Petrovna, if I really must be married," said Dasha firmly.
"Must?
What are you hinting at ?" Varvara Petrovna looked sternly and intently at her.
Dasha was silent, picking at her embroidery canvas with her needle.
"Though you're a clever girl, you're talking nonsense; though it is true that I have certainly set my heart on marrying you, yet it's not because it's necessary, but simply because the idea has occurred to me, and only to Stepan Trofimovitch.

If it had not been for Stepan Trofimovitch, I should not have thought of marrying you yet, though you are twenty....
Well ?" "I'll do as you wish, Varvara Petrovna." "Then you consent! Stay, be quiet.

Why are you in such a hurry?
I haven't finished.