I would devote my whole life to make you happy.
There isn't a wish you could form which I wouldn't be proud to obey.

You must not reckon me by years.

My youth has not been wasted in a profligate life; I can be truer to you and fonder of you than many a younger man.
Surely my heart is not quite unworthy of you, when it is all yours.
I have lived such a lonely, miserable life--and you might so easily brighten it.

You are kind to everybody else, Isabel.

Tell me, dear, why are you so hard on _me ?_" His voice trembled as he appealed to her in those simple words.