I never knew till now, the worth of a woman's heart, which boys so lightly win, and lightly fling away.

Trust me, dear young lady, that I never until now did know your worth; and though an abhorrence of deceit and falsehood has impelled me to seek you out, and would have done so had you been the poorest and least gifted of your sex, I should have lacked the fortitude to sustain this interview could I have pictured you to my imagination as you really are.' Oh! If Mrs Varden could have seen the virtuous gentleman as he said these words, with indignation sparkling from his eyes--if she could have heard his broken, quavering voice--if she could have beheld him as he stood bareheaded in the sunlight, and with unwonted energy poured forth his eloquence! With a haughty face, but pale and trembling too, Emma regarded him in silence.

She neither spoke nor moved, but gazed upon him as though she would look into his heart.
'I throw off,' said Mr Chester, 'the restraint which natural affection would impose on some men, and reject all bonds but those of truth and duty.

Miss Haredale, you are deceived; you are deceived by your unworthy lover, and my unworthy son.' Still she looked at him steadily, and still said not one word.
'I have ever opposed his professions of love for you; you will do me the justice, dear Miss Haredale, to remember that.

Your uncle and myself were enemies in early life, and if I had sought retaliation, I might have found it here.