"Nonsense. You want to marry her."
"I do--I will; stop me who can!"
"She has a mother."
"God bless her, and all belonging to her!"
"Bravo--a good mother, mind."
"All that belongs to Margaret must be good."
"Her mother must be consulted."
Philip scratched his head. "Must?" he asked dubiously.
"Must."
"How is that to be done?"