MARIANNE:Can he love her? Can the ardour of the soul really be satisfied with such polite, concealed affections? To love is to burn to be on fire, all made of passion, of adoration, of sacrifice! Like Juliet, or Guinevere or Heloise.
MRS DASHWOOD: They made rather pathetic ends, dear.
MARIANNE : Pathetic! To die for love? How can you say so? What could be more glorious?
Catherine Morland: He thought I was rich?
Henry Tilney: It was Thorpe who mislead him at first. Thorpe who hoped to marry you himself. He thought you were Mr. Allen’s heiress and he exaggerated Mr. Allen’s birth to my father. You were only guilty of not being as rich as you were supposed to be. For that he turned you out of the house.
Catherine Morland: I thought you were so angry with me, you told him what you knew. Which would have justified any discourtesy.
Henry Tilney: No! The discourtesy was all his. I-I have broken with my father Catherine, I may never speak to him again.
Catherine Morland: What did he say to you?
Henry Tilney: Let me instead tell you what I said to him. I told him that I felt myself bound to you, by honor, by affection, and by a love so strong that nothing he could do could deter me from ...
Catherine Morland: From what?
Henry Tilney: Before I go on I should tell you there’s a pretty good chance he’ll disinherit me. I fear I may never be a rich man Catherine.
Catherine Morland: Please, go on with what you were going to say!
Henry Tilney: Will you marry me Catherine?
Catherine Morland: Yes! Yes I will! Yes!
JANE: Could I really have this?
TOM: What, precisely?
TOM: Me, how?
JANE: This life with you.
[They almost kiss, then Jane’s brother and sister-in-law interrupt them]
TOM: He will be generous, I’m sure of it.
JANE: You will speak with him?
TOM: Tomorrow, I promise. I really must say good night
JANE: Good night
TOM: Miss Austen…