"What can you know of such things! You talk as though some man had dared to speak to you--" "Do I ?" asked the girl with sudden coldness, and a strange look came into her eyes, which her mother did not see.
"Yes, you do.

And yet I know that it is impossible.

Besides the whole discussion is useless and wears me out, though it seems to interest you.
Of course you will marry San Miniato.

When you have got past this absurd humour you will see what a good husband you have got, and you will be very happy." "Happy! With that man!" Beatrice's lip curled.
"You will," answered her mother, taking no notice.

"Happiness depends upon two things in this world, when marriage is concerned.