[She clings to him, holds onto him. She feels torn. She loves him, but she loves her family, too, she is devoted to her country, and-

-and she knows duty before pleasure. But still. She presses her face against his shoulder and holds onto him like maybe he is holding her to the earth.]

You are my sweetest grace, George.

I am sorry. I wish you had fallen in love with a normal girl, who could give you a normal life. Whose family would see you and know how good, and how kind, and how honorable you are.