I never go after a woman unless she attracts me, and I would never marry one of them unless I were madly in love with her, whether she had money or no; though I believe I would hate a wife with money, in any case--she'd be saying like the American lady of poor Darrowood: 'It's my motor and you can't have it to-day.'" "You would marry a woman then--if you were in love, in spite of everything ?" Francis Markrute asked.
"Probably, but I have never been really in love; have you?
It is all story-book stuff--that almighty passion, I expect.

They none of them matter very much after a while, do they, old boy ?" "I have understood it is possible for a woman to matter," the financier said and he drew in his lips.
"Well, up to now I have not," Lord Tancred announced, "and may the day be far off when one does.

I feel pretty safe!" A strange, mysterious smile crept over Mr.Markrute's face.
"By the way, also, how do you know the lady would be willing to marry me, Francis?
You spoke as if I only had to be consulted in the affair." "So you have.

I can answer for my niece; she will do as I wish, and, as I said before, you are rather a perfect picture of an English nobleman, Tancred.

You have not found women recalcitrant, as a rule--no ?" Lord Tancred was not inordinately vain, though a man, and he had a sense of humor--so he laughed.
"'Pon my word it is amusing, your turning into a sort of matrimonial agent.