Have confidence in yourself, little girl, in your ability, your power, your spark of genius touched by suffering.

Every hour you pass now in hideous, misshapen melodrama is worse than wasted.

You have that within you well worthy of better setting, nobler environment, and you wrong yourself to remain content with less.

You are mine now wherever you go, whatever triumphs you win; mine in spite of the law, because I possess your heart.

I should doubt myself far sooner than ever question your loyalty.