What more could you possibly want in life?
I had proposed an alternative plan to St John, that we should travel as brother and sister, to perform our missionary work. He argues that God and nature 'intended me for a missionary's wife':
“‘We must be married – I repeat it: there is no other way; and undoubtedly enough of love would follow upon marriage to render the union right even in your eyes’”
At the moment, I'm wavering and St John keeps talking to me to change my mind. I've got to give my head a wobble as so many PP remark around here and keep telling myself:
f I join St John, I abandon half myself: if I go to India, I go to premature death'
He prizes me as a soldier would a good weapon
My friends think I'm crazy. Round here, I'm so used to seeing myself as poor and plain, the idea of turning down an offer of marriage from a handsome and courageous man and supporting him in his vocation has people wondering about my sanity.
I know that at best, He will never love me; but he shall approve of me'
Must go - St John is fed up with me and I think I hear someone calling my name (a well-known, loved someone)...