He entreated her to control herself.
It was useless, she still held him as if she was holding to her last hope.
"Listen to me!" she cried.

"There's something more; there's another chance for me.

I must, and will, know what you think of it." "Wait a little.

Pray wait a little!" "No! not a moment.

Is there any hope in appealing to the lawyer whom Mr.
Linley has employed?
Let me go back with you to London.