Ah! I know, for I was like that myself.

Place them in a garden, in the springtime.

What will they talk of--politics?
Ah--bah! Let them have long evenings together while their elders play chess or a hand at bezique.

What game will they play?
A much older game than chess or bezique, I fancy." "But the circumstances were so exceptional," protested the Marquis, who had a pleased air, as if his anger were not without an antidote.
"Circumstances may be exceptional, my friend, but Love is a Rule.

You allow him to stay six weeks in the chateau, seeing Juliette daily, and then you are surprised that one fine morning Monsieur de Bourbon comes to you and tells you brusquely, as you report it, that he wants to marry your daughter." "Yes," admitted the Marquis.