“Why do you think so?”
“Because he is so sarcastic. I do not like him, and yet I would not displease him, although he is quite disagreeable to me.”
“What do you think, Marie, are you pleasing to him or not?”
Marie blushed. “It seems,” said she, “that I please him.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he made me an offer of marriage.”
“He made you an offer of marriage! When?”
“Last year, two months before your arrival.”
“You did not accept?”
“Evidently not, as you see. Alexis is a most intelligent man, of an excellent family and not without fortune, but the mere idea that beneath the crown, on my marriage day, I should be obliged to kiss him before every one! No! no! not for any thing in the world.”