ᴍy ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴍɪss ᴅᴜɴsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ,
— ...We have known each other now somewhat intimately, though indeed not very long, and I have sometimes fancied that you were almost as well pleased to be with me as I have been to be with you. If I have been wrong in this, tell me so simply, and I will endeavour to let our friendship run on as though this letter had not been written. But if I have been right, and if it be possible that you can think that a union between us will make us both happier than we are single, I will plight you my word and troth with good faith, and will do what an old man may do to make the burden of the world lie light upon your shoulders...
...If you do not believe me to be true and honest already, nothing that I can write will make you believe it.
God bless you. I know you will not keep me long in suspense for an answer.
Affectionately your friend,
ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀs ᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ.
ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ,
—I do and will trust you in everything; and it shall be as you would have it...
Yours affectionately and very truly, ᴍᴀʀᴛʜᴀ ᴅᴜɴsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ.
“Then I suppose I am bound to have him,” said Miss Dunstable, dropping the letter on to the floor in mock despair.
-- Framley Parsonage by Anthony Trollope