He will have nothing to consider in his life but me." "But," said Richard, "Mr.Fopling might turn out in the end a veritable Vesuvius.

Mr.Fopling has often struck me as volcanic; who shall say that he will not some day erupt ?" Bess was not to be frightened.
"Mr.Fopling will do and say and think as I direct; and we shall be very, very happy." Richard gave Dorothy a comical look of simulated dismay; and shook his head as though counseling against such heresies.
"Of course," Bess continued, "what I propose for Mr.Fopling would not do for you.

Were you and I to marry"-- Dorothy started--"it would result in civil war.

I've no doubt that you will be given a wife worthy your tyrannical deserts.

She will find her happiness in sitting at your feet, while her love will make you its trellis to climb and clamber on." The conversation was not so foolishly serious as it sounds, and for the most part Bess and Richard were indulging in just no more than so much verbal sparring.