"Leave us, father," said Clara.
"First join our hands, and let me give you that title, sir."
"Reach the good man your hand, my girl; forthright, from the shoulder, like a brave boxer. Humour a lover. He asks for his own."
"It is more than I can do, father."
"How, it is more than you can do? You are engaged to him, a plighted woman."
"I do not wish to marry."
"The apology is inadequate."
"I am unworthy. . ."
"Chatter! chatter!"
"I beg him to release me."