Tell me, Emma. Have I no chance of ever succeeding? My dearest Emma, for dearest you will always be, my dearest, most beloved Emma, tell me at once. I cannot make speeches. If I… if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But y-you know what I am. I have… I have lectured you, and I’ve… I’ve blamed you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England could have borne it. God knows I’ve been a very indifferent lover, but you understand me, you-you understand my feelings. Will you marry me?