How have I failed in respect toward you, if you please?
I have told you you're the woman my heart is set on.

Well?
Isn't it plain what I want of you, when I say that?
Isabel Miller, I want you to be my wife!" Isabel's only reply to this extraordinary proposal of marriage was a faint cry of astonishment, followed by a sudden trembling that shook her from head to foot.
Hardyman put his arm round her with a gentleness which his oldest friend would have been surprised to see in him.
"Take your time to think of it," he said, dropping back again into his usual quiet tone.

"If you had known me a little better you wouldn't have mistaken me, and you wouldn't be looking at me now as if you were afraid to believe your own ears.

What is there so very wonderful in my wanting to marry you?
I don't set up for being a saint.

When I was a younger man I was no better (and no worse) than other young men.