EMMA: Wait! Please stop! I’m sorry. We are old friends. I will hear anything you want about anyone and I will tell you exactly what I think as your friend.
MR. KNIGHTLEY: I don’t — friends indeed. I do want you to be honest so tell me. Have I no chance of succeeding? My dearest Emma. For that is what you always have been and you always will be. My most beloved Emma. I cannot make speeches. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. I have lectured you and scolded you and you have borne it as no other woman would have.
EMMA: Can this be true?
MR. KNIGHTLEY: You’ll get nothing but the truth from me. So tell me what you think.
EMMA: I find I do not know what to think.