He had nothing to offer but himself and beggary.

He did refrain.
The words were not spoken; yet Isabel divined his thoughts, appreciated his forbearance, and loved him more for his resolution.
"Isabel," said Newton, at length, with a sigh, "I never valued or wished for wealth till now.

Till this hour I never felt the misery of being poor." "I believe you, Mr Forster; and I am grateful, as I know that it is for my sake that you feel it; but," continued she, recovering herself, "crying will do no good.

I asked you for your advice, and you have only given me your arm." "I am afraid it is all I shall ever have to offer," replied Newton.

"But, Isabel, allow me to ask you one question:--Are you resolved never to enter your relation's house ?" "Not on the humiliating terms which he has proposed.