That I can't go on any longer without you.
I made up my mind that you were the only woman for me...
the first day I saw you at Twelve Oaks.
Would you be more convinced if I fell to my knees?
But it cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship
I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling,
a feeling more beautiful,
more pure,
more sacred.
Dare I name it?
Can it be love?
What kind of a ring would you like,
my darling?
You shall have the biggest and the most vulgar ring in Atlanta.
I'll take you to New Orleans for the most expensive honeymoon
my ill-gotten gains can buy.
And I think I'll buy your trousseau for you,
too.