You've too much pride to throw yourself at his head.

But if he loves you as bad as you loves 'im, why don't you ask him" (instinctively the old ministress of love speaks here) "ask 'im to take you over to Paris for a trip?
I'll lay 'e 'as to go over now'n again to the Sorbonne or one of them scientific institutes.

_She'd_ never come to 'ear of it.

An' after one or two such honeymoons you'd soon get tired of 'im, specially now you're gettin' on a bit in years, and may be you'd settle down quietly after that.

Or if you ain't reg'lar set on _'im_, why not giv' up this suffrage business and live a bit with me here?
There's plenty of upstanding, decent, Belgian men in good positions as'd like to have an English wife.