"Ah!" said George, filling his pipe, "that's exactly the point--what then?"
"What a provoking old beggar you are! Why do you echo me? Why don't you go on?"
"It's for you to go on, my boy! What are your relations--or what are they to be--with this handsome girl?"
"She is handsome, is she not?"
"Beautiful!"
"'Gad! she must be to strike fire out of an old flint like you, George!" cried Paul. "What are my relations with her? Strictly proper, I give you my word."
"And you intend to marry her?"
"How the man jumps at an idea! Well, no; I don't know at all that I intend that."
"Not the--the other thing, Paul? No; you're, to say the least of it, too much of a gentleman. You don't intend that."
"I don't intend anything, I tell you. Can't a man talk to a pretty girl without 'intention'?"