What could it do for you but ruin you?
You know it as well as I do; but you are selfish enough to wish to continue a romance which would be absolutely destructive to me, though for a while it might afford a pleasant relaxation to your graver studies.

Harry, you can choose in the world.

You have divinity, and law, and literature, and art.

And if debarred from love now by the exigencies of labor, you will be as fit for love in ten years' time as you are at present." "But I do love now." "Be a man, then, and keep it to yourself.

Love is not to be our master.
You can choose, as I say; but I have had no choice--no choice but to be married well, or to go out like a snuff of a candle.