I shall come back a hapless bachelor--perhaps to find you already married to the good-looking chaplain, who is over head and ears in love with you.

Poor Sir Christopher has made up his mind that you're to have Gilfil.
'Why will you speak so?
You speak from your own want of feeling.

Go away from me.' 'Don't let us part in anger, Tina.

All this may pass away.

It's as likely as not that I may never marry any one at all.