“I want to marry your niece.”
Mr. Fentolin looked at the young man in mild surprise.
“A sudden decision on your part, Mr. Hamel?” he murmured.
“Not at all,” Hamel assured him. “I have been ten years looking for her.”
“And the young lady?” Mr. Fentolin enquired. “What does she say?”
“I believe, sir,” Hamel replied, “that she would be willing.”
Mr. Fentolin sighed.
“One is forced sometimes,” he remarked regretfully, “to realise the selfishness of our young people. For many years one devotes oneself to providing them with all the comforts and luxuries of life. Then, in a single day, they turn around and give everything they have to give to a stranger. So you want to marry Esther?”
“If you please.”
“She has a very moderate fortune.”