"Well, you see, I wasn't quite sure whether I really wanted to marry you—just yet. Sometimes I thought I did, sometimes I thought I didn't. And now I know I do."
"That's it. I may not be in a position to marry you. I can't ask you to share my poverty."
"I shan't mind that. I'm used to it."
"I may not be able to keep a wife at all."
"Of course you will. You're keeping a housekeeper now. And a cook and a housemaid."
"I may have to send two of them away."
"Send them all away. I'll work for you all my life. I shall never want to do anything else. It's what I always wanted. When I was a child I used to imagine myself doing it for you. It was a sort of game I played."
"It's a sort of game you're playing now, my poor Mary…. No. No. It won't do."
"What do you think I'm made of? No woman who cared for a man could give him up for a thing like that."
"There are other things. Complications…. I think I'd better write to your mother. Or your brother."