Judge what that place is--when I implore you on my knees, to let the cure of your poor wounded heart be my care.

Rachel! will you honour me, will you bless me, by being my wife ?" By this time I should certainly have decided on stopping my ears, if Rachel had not encouraged me to keep them open, by answering him in the first sensible words I had ever heard fall from her lips.
"Godfrey!" she said, "you must be mad!" "I never spoke more reasonably, dearest--in your interests, as well as in mine.

Look for a moment to the future.

Is your happiness to be sacrificed to a man who has never known how you feel towards him, and whom you are resolved never to see again?
Is it not your duty to yourself to forget this ill-fated attachment?
and is forgetfulness to be found in the life you are leading now?
You have tried that life, and you are wearying of it already.

Surround yourself with nobler interests than the wretched interests of the world.