I know Elizabeth has.

Yet she is quite clear she can't stay here much longer.

Dear Arthur, I don't know exactly what happened, but I _think_ father asked her to marry him, and she said no.

And I am tolerably sure that I counted for a good deal in it--horrid wretch that I am!--that she thought it would make me unhappy.
'Well, I am properly punished.

For if or when she goes away--and you and I are married--if there is to be any marrying any more in this awful world!--what will become of my father?
He has been a terrifying mystery to me all my life.