"Our name! Am I called Sympson?"
"God be thanked that you are not! But be on your guard; I will not be trifled with!"
"What, in the name of common law and common sense, would you or could you do if my pleasure led me to a choice you disapproved?"
"Take care! take care!" warning her with voice and hand that trembled alike.
"Why? What shadow of power have you over me? Why should I fear you?"
"Take care, madam!"
"Scrupulous care I will take, Mr. Sympson. Before I marry I am resolved to esteem—to admire—to love."
"Preposterous stuff! indecorous, unwomanly!"
"To love with my whole heart. I know I speak in an unknown tongue; but I feel indifferent whether I am comprehended or not."
"And if this love of yours should fall on a beggar?"