You are seeking Giraud's money, so that he may marry Mademoiselle of the bright eyes--you understand that, I suppose ?" "Thoroughly." "That is all right.

It is best to have these affairs clearly stated.
Now, why the devil do you not ask Isabella to marry you--" "To begin with, she would not have me," I interrupted.
"Nice girl, capable of a deep and passionate affection--I know these quiet women--two thousand five hundred a year." "She wouldn't have me." "Then ask her, and when she has refused you, fight the validity of your father's will." "But she might not refuse me," said I."She hates me, though! I know that.

There is no one on earth with such a keen scent for my faults." "Ye-es," said Turner slowly.

"Well ?" "She might think it her duty to accept me on account of the will." "Have you ever known a woman weigh duty against the inclination of her own heart ?" "I know little about women," replied I, "and doubt whether you know more." "That is as may be.

And you wouldn't marry Isabella for two thousand a year ?" "Not for twenty thousand," replied I, half in my wineglass.
"Virtuous young man! Why ?" I looked at Turner and laughed.
"A slip of a French girl," he muttered contemptuously.