I think, in my land and yours, we have at least one common convention.

The woman who touches our heart is ours if we may win her.
Love is unalterably selfish.

One must fight for one's own hand.

And for those who may suffer by our victory, we may have pity but no consideration." "Am I to understand," Nigel asked bluntly, "that Lady Maggie has consented to be your wife ?" "Lady Maggie has given me no reply.

I left her alone with her thoughts.
Every hour it is my hope to hear from her.