She picked up a pile of letters from a table in the middle of the room, glanced at them, and threw them down.
"It is as well," she warned him, "to keep all promises." "As for this one," he replied, "I have no responsibility save to myself.
I absolve myself.

I give myself permission to speak.

Your father is even wishful that I should do so.

I crave from you, Naida, the happiness which only you can bring into my life.

I ask you to become my wife." She looked at him without visible change of expression.