No mercenary consideration influences me.
Love--admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me.

Let your father--if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son.

I care not.

Possessed of _you_, I shall have a treasure such as kings could not boast." "Pray cease this nonsense," said Winifred, "and quit the room, or I will call for assistance." At this juncture, the door opened, and Thames entered the room.

As the woollen-draper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses.
"Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered.