Is it not everything to me--everything in this world--that you and I should agree about this?
I have nothing else to think of but you.

I have nothing to hope for but that I may live to be your wife.

My only care in the world is my care for you! Come, Harry, don't be glum with me." "I am not glum." "Speak a nice word to me.

Tell me that you believe me when I say that it is not of myself I am thinking, but of you." "Why can't you let me think for myself in this ?" "Because you have got to think for me." "And I think you'd do very well on the income we ye got.

If you'll consent to marry, this Summer, I won't be glum, as you call it, a moment longer." "No, Harry; I must not do that.