"Why, dear me, you poor thing; I suppose the climate at Kolyuchin Bay was a trifle too bracing—"
"What does Campbell say?"
"—and the diet too rich for your blood—"
"What does Campbell say?"
"—and perhaps you did overexert—"
"Lloyd Searight, what does Mr. Campbell say in that—"
"He asks me to marry him."
"To mum—mar—marry him? Well, damn his impudence!"
"Mr. Campbell is an eminently respectable and worthy gentleman."
"Oh, well, I don't care. Go! Go, marry Mr. Campbell. Be happy. I forgive you both. Go, leave me to die alone."