Sir William.
Patient!
Miss Gower.
Forgive me; I should have said hopeful. Be hopeful that I shall yet succeed in ameliorating the disturbing conditions which are affecting us so cruelly.
Sm William.
Ye never will, Trafalgar; I've tried.
Miss Gower.
Oh, do not despond already! I feel sure there are good ingredients in Rose's character. [Clinging to him.] In time, William, we shall shape her to be a fitting wife for our rash and unfortunate Arthur——
[He shakes his head.] In time, William, in time!