"There＇s no way to do that, Miss Archer. I won＇t say that if you refuse me you＇ll kill me; I shall not die of it. But I shall do worse; I shall live to no purpose."
"You＇ll live to marry a better woman than I."
"Don＇t say that, please," said Lord Warburton very gravely. "That＇s fair to neither of us."
"To marry a worse one then."
"If there are better women than you I prefer the bad ones. That＇s all I can say," he went on with the same earnestness. "There＇s no accounting for tastes."