What is the matter ?" "I don't feel now as if I had any trouble to confide in you.

I can only say one thing." Beatrice began to wish that her mother had not left the drawing-room.
She moved forward as if to step through the open French window.
"And I must tell you this thing," pursued the captain's voice.
Its tone arrested her.
"But I am mad to say it." "Don't say it then," she began.
"I can't help myself.

You must listen.

I love you better than all the world.

I won't marry any one but you.