He waved his hand, refusing to listen to her, and advanced closer to me.
"_You_ have misunderstood _me_," he said, "if you think I am a man to be made a plaything of in the hands of a coquette!" My aunt interposed once more, with a resolution which I had not expected from her.
"Captain Stanwick," she said, "you are forgetting yourself." He paid no heed to her; he persisted in speaking to me.

"It is my misfortune to love you," he burst out.

"My whole heart is set on you.

I mean to be your husband, and no other man living shall stand in my way.
After what you said to me yesterday, I have a right to consider that you have favored my addresses.

This is not a mere flirtation.