No, no! I will not accept your sacrifice!" "But as it is only gratitude and affection that Marie feels for me," said Guillaume, "as it is you whom she really loves, am I to take a mean advantage of the engagements which she entered into unconsciously, and force her to a marriage when I know that she would never be wholly mine?
Besides, I have made a mistake, it isn't I who give her to you, she has already given herself, and I do not consider that I have any right to prevent her from doing so." "No, no! I will never accept, I will never bring such grief upon you...
Kiss me, brother, and let me go." Thereupon Guillaume caught hold of Pierre and compelled him to sit down by his side on an old sofa near the window.

And he began to scold him almost angrily while still retaining a smile, in which suffering and kindliness were blended.

"Come," said he, "we are surely not going to fight over it.

You won't force me to tie you up so as to keep you here?
I know what I'm about.

I thought it all over before I spoke to you.