 I must tell you that you are a flower. Womanhood should be proud. When are we going to get married? Soon. Upon your honor? Upon my honor. You're a liar, Mr. Crittenden. Therefore, I shall not see you again ever. I've thought it over, and that's the way it is. I love you, Laura. And you love your wife, too. I'd die without you. You love your wife more than you love me. No. Swear it.