Miss Favisham, I cannot marry you anymore.
I'm sorry, but I must confess that the truth is I am in love with another lady and I have proposed to her.
Mr Dalton, you brute! You're positively wicked. Proposed to two women, have you? And what's she like, my rival?
Darius, you must understand that I am in earnest.
William, enough. Stop this silly charade now.
I hope you can understand. I do not love you anymore.
Why are you saying these things?
Another lady has my heart. It belongs to her. If you could only see her, a beautiful specimen.
Good God, William! William, how can you meet her? How is that even possible?
Who can control any of these matters, dearest?
No. No, absolutely not.
Oh, really? Please, calm down. Be reasonable.
I would have expected you of all people to understand and be happy for me. I'm in love, Myra.
I love you.
Myra.
How can you do this to me?
Well, I'm not really doing anything. What would you have me do? Marry you? Someone I no longer love?
Really, the idea. Look, Myra, I didn't wish to mention this to you before, but I have now realised that I've never loved you.
I don't wish to be insensitive, but I have promised. I'm supposed to meet Rose later on.
That's a beautiful name.
Yes, well, I promised her.
What about what you've promised me?
This is all rather melodramatic.
I don't want to lose you. I'm not giving you to anyone else.
Myra, I am not yours to give.
You are. You are mine. You promised each other when you gave me your ring.
No, it's about that ring.
What?
Maybe you should give that back.
You were taking everything from me. I gave you everything. I gave you my love.
Rose! Myra!
No! No!
I'm leaving now.
I'm leaving now.
I'm leaving now.
