I suppose it's the sight of your happiness!" "Don't exaggerate that," said Madame de Bellegarde, getting up and laying her hand upon her daughter's arm.

"You can't expect an honest old woman to thank you for taking away her beautiful, only daughter." "You forgot me, dear madame," said the young marquise demurely.
"Yes, she is very beautiful," said Newman.
"And when is the wedding, pray ?" asked young Madame de Bellegarde; "I must have a month to think over a dress." "That must be discussed," said the marquise.
"Oh, we will discuss it, and let you know!" Newman exclaimed.
"I have no doubt we shall agree," said Urbain.
"If you don't agree with Madame de Cintre, you will be very unreasonable." "Come, come, Urbain," said young Madame de Bellegarde, "I must go straight to my tailor's." The old lady had been standing with her hand on her daughter's arm, looking at her fixedly.

She gave a little sigh, and murmured, "No, I did NOT expect it! You are a fortunate man," she added, turning to Newman, with an expressive nod.
"Oh, I know that!" he answered.

"I feel tremendously proud.

I feel like crying it on the housetops,--like stopping people in the street to tell them." Madame de Bellegarde narrowed her lips.