“I shall always love you!” said Sam cordially.
“Nobody can keep us apart!”
“They’re wasting their time, trying.”
“You’re the most wonderful man in the world!”
“There never was another girl like you!”
“Get out!” bellowed Mr. Bennett, on whose equanimity this love-scene, which I think beautiful, was jarring profoundly. “Now, sir!” he said to Sam, as the door closed.
“Yes, let’s talk it over calmly,” said Sam.
“I will not talk it over calmly!”
“Oh, come! You can do it if you try. In the first place, whatever put this silly idea into your head about that sweet girl marrying Bream Mortimer?”
“Bream Mortimer is the son of Henry Mortimer.”