But they are alarming only to myself. And ought danger to deter me?
Not if the good you design be practicable.
And what is impracticable, where the will is resolved?
Perhaps nothing—But the effort must be great, must be uncommon.
Has he not a mind worthy of such an effort? Would not his powers highly honour truth and virtue?
They would.
Will not you give me your assistance?
I would, madam, most willingly, would he but permit me. But I am his antipathy; a something noxious; an evil augury.
You have been particular in your attentions to me.
And must those attentions cease, madam?