"Oh Fanny… you think me so serious, and here I am, overcome by feelings of joy. And I must ask you… Could you… that is… may I.. Could you consider… Oh, how hard it is to find words to express one’s deepest feelings. Oh you’re laughing. Look, I know I’m not brilliant with the words… Forgive me. Forgive me, I… I think I might take a walk to that line of trees. Beeches I think. Fagus Sylvatica. The dead leaves stay on the tree all over the winter, did you know that ? Fascinating subject, botany."