"I mean that I know you are going to marry that old Duke—going to sell yourself once more."
"Oh, indeed," she answered, "if my marriage is a sale, I prefer to be sold for a dukedom than a Free Kirk pulpit. And, if you have come here to be insolent, understand that I do not care for anything you say."
"Care a little for my farewell. I will never trouble you again. I give you back your promise."
"Thank you! If you had been brave enough to insist on my keeping it, I might have done so. You are a very indifferent lover. Twice over Duke Rotherham drove you away, just because he was a duke."
"You are mistaken. I set you free because you are utterly deceitful. I hate deceit. I love you no longer."
"You are deceiving yourself. You can never cease to love me."
"I love you not. I have ceased already."
"Indeed, sir, in the matter of love you leave off loving when you can, not when you wish."
"A burnt-out fire cannot be rekindled; you are dead to me."
"I shall live in your memory."