first one outrageous idea into my head and then another.  My love for you is so thorough and so intense that I cannot bring myself to look forward to living without you, now that you have once owned that you have loved me.  I cannot think it possible that love, such as I suppose yours must have been, could be made to cease all at a moment.  Mine can’t.  I don’t think it is natural that we should be parted.

   If you want corroboration of my story go yourself to Mrs Hurtle. 
   Anything is better than that we both should be broken-hearted.

   Yours most affectionately,

   Paul Montague.

CHAPTER LXXXV — BREAKFAST IN BERKELEY SQUARE

Lord Nidderdale was greatly disgusted with his own part of the performance when...