"Go on about what, sir? about the way in which we've treated that angel of a girl? Who told me to love her? It was your doing. I might have chosen elsewhere, and looked higher, perhaps, than your society: but I obeyed you. And now that her heart's mine you give me orders to fling it away, and punish her, kill her perhaps--for the faults of other people. It's a shame, by Heavens," said George, working himself up into passion and enthusiasm as he proceeded, "to play at fast and loose with a young girl's affections--and with such an angel as that--one so superior to the people amongst whom she lived, that she might have excited envy, only she was so good and gentle, that it's a wonder anybody dared to hate her. If I desert her, sir, do you suppose she forgets me?"

"Go on about what, sir? about the way in which we've treated that angel of a girl? Who told me to love her? It was you. I might have chosen elsewhere, and looked higher: but I obeyed you. And now that her heart's mine you give me orders to fling it away, and punish her, kill her perhaps - for other people's faults. It's a shame, by Heavens," said George, working himself up into a passion, "to play fast and loose with a young girl's affections - and with such an angel as that - so superior, so good and gentle. If I desert her, sir, do you suppose she forgets me?"
