My sincere homage is surely not insulting to you; why do you repulse me so?
Oh! you do not dream what a splendid prospect would open out before you if you would but yield to my entreaties.

I would surround you with everything that is beautiful and dainty, luxurious and rare.

I would anticipate your every wish; I would devote my whole life to your service.

The story of our love should be more enchanting, more blissful than that of Love himself with his delicious Psyche--not even the gods could rival us.

Come, Isabelle, do not turn so coldly away from me, do not persevere in this maddening silence, nor drive to desperation and desperate deeds a passion that is capable of anything, of everything, save renouncing its adored object, your own sweet, charming self!" "But this love, of which any other woman would be justly proud," said Isabelle modestly, "I cannot return or accept; you MUST believe me, my lord, for I mean every word I say, and I shall never swerve from this decision.