Well, well! You shall give me a hundred--[Very seriously] It almost vexes me, Frank, to be refused so very slight a favour; for I can read refusal and opposition in your eye. But, if you persist, you will give me great pain; for you will convince me that, where your own passions are concerned, you are not superior to the paltry prejudices by which the rest of the world are governed. I own, madam, my mind has had many struggles on the subject; and I am afraid, as you say, it has been too willing to indulge its prejudices, and its pride. But if you seriously think, from your heart, it is my duty to act in this case as you direct-- I do, seriously, solemnly, and from my heart, think it is your duty. Then, madam, I submit. Why that's my kind Frank! As noble in this instance as in every other--I could love you for it if you would let me--[In a moment my heart was alarmed! I could feel myself change colour! I am certain she saw my agitation; her manner told me so, for she instantly added, with a kind of affectionate significance which I know not how to interpret--] I would say as much to the whole world, but that it is a foolish world, and wants the wit to conceive things truly as they are meant. She was gone in an instant, smiling, sailing, and her countenance brightening with heavenly radiance, as she departed. What can this be? Her words are continually resounding in my ears!--_She could love me, if I would let her_!--Heavens!--Love me?--Let her?--Let her!--Oh!--_It is a foolish world_--She fears its censures--Love me!--Is it possible?--Tell me, Oliver, is it possible?--_It wants the wit to conceive things truly as they are meant_--Was this forbidding me to hope; or was it blaming the world's prejudices?--I now not--Ah! To what purpose warn the moth, unless she could put out the light?--Oh, blasphemy!--Love me if I would let her?--I cannot forget it, Oliver!--I cannot!--Oh! I could weep like a child, at my own conscious debility.