That I have failed with you is evidence that I am not so perfect as you say.

But now, let's forget everything else but the fact that we love each other.

Can't we be happy in that ?" The roses faded from Carlia's cheeks, though coaxed to stay by the firelight.
"My dear," he continued, "we'll go home, and I'll try to make up to you my failings.

I think I can do that, Carlia, when you become my wife." "I can't, Dorian, Oh, I can't be that." "Why not Carlia ?" "I can't marry you.

I'm not--No, Dorian." "In time, Carlia.