Do come back.

Dear Becky, do come." "Come--as what, sir ?" Rebecca gasped out.
"Come as Lady Crawley, if you like," the Baronet said, grasping his crape hat.

"There! will that zatusfy you?
Come back and be my wife.
Your vit vor't.

Birth be hanged.

You're as good a lady as ever I see.
You've got more brains in your little vinger than any baronet's wife in the county.