No, not wrong, but most unfortunate.

To begin with, I do not wish to see you marry a foreigner and become mixed up with these disloyal Boers.

I hoped that one day, a good many years hence, for you are only a boy, Allan, you would find an English wife, and I still hope it." "Never!" I ejaculated.
"Never is a long word, Allan, and I dare say that what you are so sure is impossible will happen after all," words that made me angry enough at the time, though in after years I often thought of them.
"But," he went on, "putting my own wishes, perhaps prejudices, aside, I think your suit hopeless.

Although Henri Marais likes you well enough and is grateful to you just now because you have saved the daughter whom he loves, you must remember that he hates us English bitterly.

I believe that he would almost as soon see his girl marry a half-caste as an Englishman, and especially a poor Englishman, as you are, and unless you can make money, must remain.