Sense and Sensibility Side: welcomed me as warmly as it did if not

for the fortune I was likely to have some

-Mrs. Smith offered to forgive all my
day? So. Nothing remained for me to do
transgressions if I would marry Eliza.
but to present myself –
That I could not do.
You want me to feel sorry for you?
Why not?
-I am not the same man that did those
-Goodness, how you can frown, Miss
things! I did not know. I didn’t know. The
Dashwood. You could freeze hell with a
things that I have done? I didn’t know
glance. I was dismissed from Mrs. Smith’s
what they meant! I wish there was reason
house, and her fortune. Marianne could
enough in that to hope for her
never be mine now. I felt reasonably
forgiveness.
secure of – my now wife, and my dread of
I’m sure she’s forgiven you already.
poverty was such that I saw no –
-She has! Before she ought to have done so.
The dread of poverty is no good reason to -
You know her nature.
-Oh, come now. Come now. The dread of
-Impossible to resist. God. How to live
poverty is a perfect reason for everything.
without her.
It is the only reason for anything. You are
If you truly cared for her, … There is no excuse for cruelty

not above taking money as your first such as that.

consideration. Would your family have

-What do you think of my wife’s style of -You have never loved what you cannot

writing? Delicate, tender, truly feminine, have. Or you would. You would pity me,

was it not? despite the wrongs I have done. It works a

The letter was in your hand. change. Every day opens a new grief: here

-I had only the credit of copying such

is another day without her. Suddenly, you

sentences as I was ashamed to put my

are a brother to all loss. This has never

name to.
happened to you.
Don’t pretend there can be any reason to pity you.
-Will you at least tell your sister? Tell her
-Why, are you afraid that you might? My
of my misery?
intentions were not always wrong.

When weren’t they?

-Miss Dashwood, can you really be so cold

as you try to appear? I always thought

there was a warm heart beating there

within you. An artist usually has a heart of

some kind.

Your heart is not so entirely hard … I hardly know what

could have made it worse.