"Not in the least; but you cannot well see a thing making which has been made long ago."
"What! Is he her husband?"
"No."
"Engaged to her?"
"No."
"What then!"
"Don't you know already that this is a house of mystery, full of mysterious people? I tell you this only, that if she ever marries any one, she will marry him; and that if I can, I will make her."
"Then you are my enemy after all."
"I! Do you think that Sabina Mellot can see a young viscount loose upon the universe, without trying to make up a match for him? No; I have such a prize for you,—young, handsome, better educated than any woman whom you will meet to-night. True, she is a Manchester girl: but then she has eighty thousand pounds."
"Eighty thousand nonsense? I'd sooner have that divine creature without a penny, than—"