"You are a wicked man; I will never marry you."
"I am very sorry, Esther. But I am not as bad as you think for. You let your temper get the better of you. So soon as I have got a bit of money together—"
"If you were a good man you would ask me to marry you now."
"I will if you like, but the truth is that I have only three pounds in the world. I have been unlucky lately—"
"You think of nothing but that wicked betting. Come, let me pass; I'm not going to listen to a lot of lies."
"After the Leger—"
"Let me pass. I will not speak to you."
"But look here, Esther: marriage or no marriage, we can't go on in this way: they'll be suspecting something shortly."
"I shall leave Woodview." She had hardly spoken the words when it seemed clear to her that she must leave, and the sooner the better. "Come, let me pass…. If Mrs. Barfield—"
An angry look passed over William's face, and he said—