His body moved restlessly, and it was with what Keats daintily calls a too happy happiness.

This unwonted abstraction by love of all dignity from a man of whom it had ever seemed the chief component, was, in its distressing incongruity, a pain to her which quenched much of the pleasure she derived from the proof that she was idolized.
"I will try to love you," she was saying, in a trembling voice quite unlike her usual self-confidence.

"And if I can believe in any way that I shall make you a good wife I shall indeed be willing to marry you.

But, Mr.Boldwood, hesitation on so high a matter is honourable in any woman, and I don't want to give a solemn promise to-night.

I would rather ask you to wait a few weeks till I can see my situation better.
"But you have every reason to believe that THEN--" "I have every reason to hope that at the end of the five or six weeks, between this time and harvest, that you say you are going to be away from home, I shall be able to promise to be your wife," she said, firmly.