"Frances, your affection is not equal to mine, or you could not entertain such a thought for a moment.

You almost make me suspect," he added, sternly, "that you have transferred your love to another.

Ah! beware! beware! I am not to be trifled with, like your husband." "I forgive you the doubt, my Lord--unjust though it be--because your mind is disturbed; but were you calm enough to view the matter as it really is, you would perceive that my resolution has nothing in it inconsistent with affection for you; but rather that my very love for you compels me to the step.

What _I_ propose is best for both of us.

The remedy you suggest would work our ruin here and hereafter; would drive us from society, and render us hateful to each other.