“Yet how,” cried she, “parted, torn asunder as we have been, how is it now to be avoided?”
“Trust in my honour! Shew me but the confidence which I will venture to say I deserve, and then will that union no longer be impeded, which in future, I am certain, will never be repented!”
“Good heaven, what a request! faith so implicit would be frenzy.”
“You doubt, then, my integrity? You suspect—-”
“Indeed I do not; yet in a case of such importance, what ought to guide me but my own reason, my own conscience, my own sense of right? Pain me not, therefore, with reproaches, distress me no more with entreaties, when I solemnly declare that no earthly consideration shall ever again make me promise you my hand, while the terror of Mrs Delvile's displeasure has possession of my heart. And now adieu.”
“You give me, then, up?”
“Be patient, I beseech you; and attempt not to follow me; 'tis a step I cannot permit.”
“Not follow you? And who has power to prevent me?”
“I have, Sir, if to incur my endless resentment is of any consequence to you.”
She then, with an air of determined steadiness, moved on; Mrs Charlton, assisted by the servants, being already upon the stairs.