All the same, what you have said doesn't make any difference." "Does not make any difference ?" Mr.Grex repeated, with arched eyebrows.
"None at all," Richard declared.

"I don't know what your objection to me is, but I hope you'll get over it some day.

I'd like to make friends with you.

Perhaps, later on, you may look at the matter differently." "Later on ?" Mr.Grex murmured.
"When I have married your daughter," Richard concluded, marching defiantly away.
Mr.Grex watched the young man until he had disappeared in the crowd.
Then he leaned hack amongst the cushions of the divan with folded arms.
Little lines had become visible around his eyes, there was a slight twitching at the corners of his lips.

He looked like a man who was inwardly enjoying some huge joke..