"What do you know?" said the baronet, turning on him almost angrily. "What can you know to make you say that it is impossible? Is she a pearl of such price that a man may not win her?"
"She is a pearl of great price."
"Believe me, doctor, money goes far in winning such pearls."
"Perhaps so; I know little about it. But this I do know, that money will not win her. Let us talk of something else; believe me it is useless for us to think of this."
"Yes; if you set your face against it obstinately. You must think very poorly of Louis if you suppose that no girl can fancy him."
"I have not said so, Scatcherd."
"To have the spending of ten thousand a year, and be a baronet's lady! Why, doctor, what is it you expect for this girl?"
"Not much, indeed; not much. A quiet heart and a quiet home; not much more."
"Thorne, if you will be ruled by me in this, she shall be the most topping woman in this county."
"My friend, my friend, why thus grieve me? Why should you thus harass yourself? I tell you it is impossible. They have never seen each other; they have nothing, and can have nothing in common; their tastes, and wishes, and pursuits are different. Besides, Scatcherd, marriages never answer that are so made; believe me, it is impossible."