I will do everything,' I said, 'which you ask of me, except when you bid me not to love you.

That is beyond my power; and while my heart has a pulse I must follow you.

It is MY fate; your fate.
Cease to battle against it, and be mine.

Loveliest of your sex! with life alone can end my passion for you; and, indeed, it is only by dying at your command that I can be brought to obey you.

Do you wish me to die ?' She said, laughing (for she was a woman of a lively, humorous turn), that she did not wish me to commit self-murder; and I felt from that moment that she was mine.
***** A year from that day, on the 15th of May, in the year 1773, I had the honour and happiness to lead to the altar Honoria, Countess of Lyndon, widow of the late Right Honourable Sir Charles Lyndon, K.B.The ceremony was performed at St.George's, Hanover Square, by the Reverend Samuel Runt, her Ladyship's chaplain.