Neither duty, nor honour, nor gratitude ... have any possible claim on me.
Well, then, I must say that I do not like him at all. Though it has turned out so well for us, I do not like him at all. As it happens, there is no great harm done, because I do not think Isabella has any heart to lose. But, suppose he had made her very much in love with him?
I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.
Heavens! let me not suppose that she dares go about Emma Woodhouse-ing me! But, upon my honour, there seems no limits to the licentiousness of that woman's tongue!
I want no proof of affection but of engagement I do.
I am half agony, half hope...