"Will you promise me?"
"No, papa, I won't. What's the good of promising when I should only break it. Why can't you let me have the man I love? What's the good of all the money if people don't have what they like?"
"All the money!—What do you know about the money? Look here," and he took her by the arm. "I've been very good to you. You've had your share of everything that has been going;—carriages and horses, bracelets and brooches, silks and gloves, and every thing else." He held her very hard and shook her as he spoke.
"Let me go, papa; you hurt me. I never asked for such things. I don't care a straw about bracelets and brooches."
"What do you care for?"
"Only for somebody to love me," said Marie, looking down.
"You'll soon have nobody to love you, if you go on this fashion. You've had everything done for you, and if you don't do something for me in return, by G—— you shall have a hard time of it. If you weren't such a fool you'd believe me when I say that I know more than you do."
"You can't know better than me what'll make me happy."
"Do you think only of yourself? If you'll marry Lord Nidderdale you'll have a position in the world which nothing can take from you."
"Then I won't," said Marie firmly. Upon this he shook her till she cried, and calling for Madame Melmotte desired his wife not to let the girl for one minute out of her presence.