Will you marry me, Margaret?
If you won't, there will be no need for you to go, for I shall go and trouble you no more.

You know what I am, and all about me, and I have nothing more to say except that, although you may find many finer husbands, you won't find one who would love and care for you better.

I know that you are very beautiful and very rich, while I am neither one nor the other, and often I have wished to Heaven that you were not so beautiful, for sometimes that brings trouble on women who are honest and only have one heart to give, or so rich either.

But thus things are, and I cannot change them, and, however poor my chance of hitting the dove, I determined to shoot my bolt and make way for the next archer.

Is there any chance at all, Margaret?
Tell me, and put me out of pain, for I am not good at so much talking." Now Margaret began to grow disturbed; her wayward assurance departed from her.
"It is not fitting," she murmured, "and I do not wish--I will speak to my father; he shall give you your answer." "No need to trouble him, Margaret.