"You may speak out.

Though I lived abroad with such as them for twelve months, I have not forgotten the sweet scent of our English hedgerows, nor the wholesomeness of English household manners.
What do you think of them ?" "They are not sweet or wholesome," said he.
"Oh, Harry, you are so honest! Your honesty is beautiful.

A spade will ever be a spade with you." He thought that she was laughing at him, and colored.
"You pressed me to speak," he said, "and I did but use your own words." "Yes, but you used them with such straightforward violence! Well, you shall use what words you please, and how you please, because a word of truth is so pleasant after living in a world of lies.

I know you will not lie to me, Harry.

You never did." He felt that now was the moment in which he should tell her of his engagement, but he let the moment pass without using it.