Gifted.

'"I don't want to speak to anybody," he says, finding his voice at
last, and trying to push her away. "I think I had better go. I'm
- I'm frightened," he says, looking about as if he had lost
something.

'"Not one look of love!" she cries. "Hear me while I declare - "

'"I don't know how to look a look of love," he says, all in a maze.
"Don't declare anything. I don't want to hear anybody."

'"That's right!" cries the old gentleman (who it seems had been
listening). "That's right! Don't hear her. Emma shall marry you
to-morrow, my friend, whether she likes it or not, and SHE shall
marry Mr. Grig."

'Gentlemen, these words were no sooner out of his mouth than
Galileo Isaac Newton Flamstead (who it seems had been listening
too) darts in, and spinning round and round, like a young giant's
top, cries, "Let her. Let her. I'm fierce; I'm furious. I give
her leave. I'll never marry anybody after this - never. It isn't
safe. She is the falsest of the false," he cries, tearing his hair
and gnashing his teeth; "and I'll live and die a bachelor!"

'"The little boy," observed the Gifted gravely, "albeit of tender
years, has spoken wisdom. I have been led to the contemplation of
woman-kind, and will not adventure on the troubled waters of
matrimony."