Benjamin Disraeli

“ I met him but this morn, and he warned me of all this."
"Hah, hah!" said Morley with a sort of stifled laugh; "Hah, hah; he told you did he; the kind good friend whom you met this morning? Did I not warn you, Sybil, of the traitor? Did I not tell you to beware of taking this false aristocrat to your hearth; to worm out all the secrets of that home that he once polluted by his espionage, and now would desolate by his treason."
"Of whom and what do you speak?" said Sybil, throwing herself into a chair.
"I speak of that base spy Egremont."
"You slander an honourable man," said Sybil with dignity. ”

“ The clock of St John's told that the sixth hour was more than half-past.
"Ah!" said Sybil, withdrawing her hand, "you told me how precious was time. What can we do?"
Morley rose from his kneeling position, and again paced the chamber, lost for some moments in deep meditation. Suddenly he seized her arm, and said, "I can endure no longer the anguish of my life: I love you, and if you will not be mine, I care for no one s fate."
"I am not born for love," said Sybil, frightened, yet endeavouring to conceal her alarm.
"We are all born for love," said Morley. ”

“ The bright waters of the Mowe and its wooded hills; her matin walks to the convent to visit Ursula Trafford—a pilgrimage of piety and charity and love; the faithful Harold, so devoted and so intelligent; even the crowded haunts of labour and suffering among which she glided like an angel, blessing and blessed; they rose before her—those touching images of the past—and her eyes were suffused with tears, of tenderness, not of gloom. ”

“ "We are all born for love," said Morley. "It is the principle of existence, and its only end. ”

“ Were I a noble the daughter of the people would perhaps condescend to treat me with less contempt."
"The daughter of the people loves truth and manly bearing, Stephen Morley; and will treat with contempt all those who slander women, whether they be nobles or serfs."
"And where is the slanderer?"
"Ask him who told you I held assignations with Mr Egremont or with any one."
"Mine eyes—mine own eyes—were my informant," said Morley. "This morn, the very morn I arrived in London, I learnt how your matins were now spent. Yes!" he added in a tone of mournful anguish, "I passed the gate of the gardens ”