Mary Bennet & Tom Hayward | Every Moment That Mattered

I only hope she does not ruin her sister's chances. I'm afraid I'm not. I'm just not finding my place here as easily as I thought. I thought Tom brought her out of herself. Kind-hearted man that he is. I had given Miss Bennet the impossible task of understanding poetry without any real sense of how to feel it. Well, it seems to me that it's all just words. And all that mighty heart is lying still. Where geography meets poetry. You have such varied ways to express your feelings. This is the book that will open the heart of Miss Mary Bennet. Perhaps you and I might walk together. Would you be prepared to attempt climbing it with me? I'd very much like that. You think there's a lesson here, Miss Bennet? Do you not think it might be worth you having one last look about? I hope that you'd feel the same way. That during our short time on this earth we should be brave. I've learnt my lesson. Well, perhaps I'm tired of my old character. I wish to try a new one. Follow our heart. Perhaps there is. Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I was fond of the old Mary. Any looking about will only lead to disappointment. I'm sorry to have disappointed you. A trip that had promised so much had delivered very little. After what you've said. I'm sorry, Mary. Please, please, let me explain. Sometimes in life we must seize the moment and we must do it. You know that I've grown so fond of you. Do you know how I would feel if anything were to happen to you? Finish what we set out to do without letting anything get in our way. And I thought you deserved better than that. Surely he is attainable. You seem not. I was reading between the lines. There were no lines, Mr. Heywood. It was always Mr. Heywood for me. There were no lines. I shall be sure to tell her that. For she has wondered many times today what your true feelings were. So fond of you during our time together. And are you. What I can offer you, my love and my devotion. No one who makes me feel more like me. I love you. I shall never forget it. I have only ever loved you. I love you. I'm very glad that we arrived in time to see you crowned, Miss Bennet. Thank you. I have always loved you. From the very first time I caught you playing Graces on your own. New love is the most romantic thing. Mary Bennet, would you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife?