So I speak.

"What! Him!" says Em'ly.

"Him that I've know'd so intimate so many years, and like so much.

Oh, Uncle! I never can have him.

He's such a good fellow!" I gives her a kiss, and I says no more to her than, "My dear, you're right to speak out, you're to choose for yourself, you're as free as a little bird." Then I aways to him, and I says, "I wish it could have been so, but it can't.