re! what questions you ask!--Questions that you can as well
answer yourself--

I can, I will, and thus I answer them--

Still louder I raised my voice.--She was overborne.--Sweet soul! It
would be hard, thought I, [and yet I was very angry with her,] if such a
spirit as thine cannot be brought to yield to such a one as mine!

I lowered my voice on her silence. All gentle, all intreative, my
accent. My head bowed--one hand held out--the other on my honest heart.
--For heaven's sake, my dearest creature, resolve to see Captain
Tomlinson with temper. He would have come along with me, but I was
willing to try to soften your mind first on this fatal misapprehension,
and this for the same of your own wishes. For what is it otherwise to
me, whether your friends are, or are not, reconciled to us?--Do I want
any favour from them?--For your own mind's sake, therefore, frustrate not
Captain Tomlinson's negociation. That worthy gentleman will be here in
the afternoon; Lady Betty will be in town, with my cousin Montague, in a
day or two.--They will be your visiters. I beseech you do not carry this
misunderstanding so far, as that Lord M. and Lady Betty, and Lady Sarah,
may know it. [How considerable this made me look to the women!] Lady
Betty will not let you rest till you consent to accompany her to her own
seat--and to that lady may you safely intrust your cause.

Again, upon my pausing a moment, she was going to break out. I liked not
the turn of her countenance, nor the tone of her voice--'And thinkest
thou, base wretch,' were the words she did utter: I again raised my
voice, and drowned her's.--Base wretch, Madam?--You know that I have not
deserved the violent names you have called me. Words so opprobrious from
a mind so gentle!--But this treatment is from you, Madam?--From you, whom
I love more than my own soul!--By that soul, I swear that I do.--[The
women looked upon each other--they seemed pleased with my ardour.--Women,
whether wives, maids, or widows, love ardours: even Miss Howe, thou
knowest, speaks up for ardours,*]--Nevertheless, I must say, that you
have carried matters too far for the occasion. I see you hate me--

* See Vol. IV. Letters XXIX. and XXXIV.

She was just going to speak--If we are to separate for ever, in a strong
and solemn voice, proceeded I, this island shall not long be troubled
with me. Mean time, only be pleased to give these letters a perusal, and
consider what is to be said