"Will you come, then? Will you come and be my wife, and help me to be happy amidst all that ugliness? Will you come and be my one beautiful thing, my treasure, my joy, my comfort, my counsellor?"
"You want no counsellor, Mr. Grey."
"No man ever wanted one more. Alice, this has been a bad year to me, and I do not think that it has been a happy one for you."
"Indeed, no."
"Let us forget it,--or rather, let us treat it as though it were forgotten. Twelve months ago you were mine. You were, at any rate, so much mine that I had a right to boast of my possession among my friends."

"Will you come, then? Will you come and be my wife, and help me to be happy amidst all that ugliness? Will you come and be my one beautiful thing, my treasure, my joy, my comfort, my counsellor?"
"You need no counsellor, Mr. Grey."
"No man ever needed one more. Alice, this has been a bad year to me, and I do not think that it has been a happy one for you."
"Indeed, no."
"Let us forget it - or rather, let us treat it as though it were forgotten. Twelve months ago you were mine - enough mine, at least, that I had a right to boast of my possession among my friends."
