"He would if I got hold of him and told him. And he is a baronet. And there would be plenty of money for us all. And we could go and live in Germany."
"We could do that just as well without your marrying."
"But I suppose, papa, I am to be considered as somebody. I don't want after all to run away from London, just as if everybody had turned up their noses at me. I like him, and I don't like anybody else."
"He wouldn't take the trouble to go to Liverpool with you."
"He got tipsy. I know all about that. I don't mean to say that he's anything particularly grand. I don't know that anybody is very grand. He's as good as anybody else."
"It can't be done, Marie."
"Why can't it be done?"
"There are a dozen reasons. Why should my money be given up to him? And it is too late. There are other things to be thought of now than marriage."
"You don't want me to sign the papers?"
"No;—I haven't got the papers. But I want you to remember that the money is mine and not yours. It may be that much may depend on you, and that I shall have to trust to you for nearly everything. Do not let me find myself deceived by my daughter."