Can you swear to me that your son truly loves her and that you have no other intention than to preserve our dear Ursula from any further Goupilisms ?" "Oh, I'll swear to that," cried Minoret.
"Stop, papa Minoret," said the justice, taking one hand from the pocket of his trousers to slap Minoret on the shoulder (the colossus trembled); "Don't swear falsely." "Swear falsely ?" "Yes, either you or your son, who has just sworn at Fontainebleau, in presence of four persons and the procureur du roi, that he has never even thought of his cousin Ursula.

You have other reasons for offering this fortune.

I saw you were inventing that tale, and went myself to Fontainebleau to question your son." Minoret was dumbfounded at his own folly.
"But where's the harm, Monsieur Bongrand, in proposing to a young relative to help on a marriage which seems to be for her happiness, and to invent pretexts to conquer her reluctance to accept the money." Minoret, whose danger suggested to him an excuse which was almost admissible, wiped his forehead, wet with perspiration.
"You know the cause of my refusal," said Ursula; "and I request you never to come here again.

Though Monsieur de Portenduere has not told me his reason, I know that he feels such contempt for you, such dislike even, that I cannot receive you into my house.

My happiness is my only fortune,--I do not blush to say so; I shall not risk it.