"It's all of no use now," said Felix.
"But I must tell you what she said. I think, you know, that she really loves you."
"But what's the good of it? A man can't marry a girl when all the policemen in the country are dodging her."
"She wants you to let her know what,—what you intend to do. If you mean to give her up, I think you should tell her."
"How can I tell her? I don't suppose they would let her receive a letter."
"Shall I write to her;—or shall I see her?"
"Just as you like. I don't care."
"Felix, you are very heartless."
"I don't suppose I'm much worse than other men;—or for the matter of that, worse than a great many women either. You all of you here put me up to marry her."
"I never put you up to it."