Say, will you not?
My fortune is not such a great affair; but it is certain that I alone do not suffice to spend it properly; there is plenty for two--for two would really only be one.

You cannot consent to share it with me?
You are too proud--that is it.

The day before yesterday you were playing comedy; you do not love me.

It costs little to owe something to those we love." He made a gesture of despair and cried: "I implore you, let me go!" "Presently; I propose telling you first all that is in my mind.

I do not place much reliance on your boasted nobility of spirit; it is pride, egotistical pride.