"And you never mentioned your love to anyone, even to my daughter?"
"Never, monsieur."
"I knew it. But why did you refuse to place confidence in me, Monsieur George?"
"Monsieur," answered the embarrassed young man, "I—did—not dare—"
"Why not! Perchance because I am what is called a bourgeois—a rich man compared to you, who live from day to day by the wages that you earn?"
"Yes, monsieur."
After a moment's silence the merchant proceeded:
"Permit me, Monsieur George, to put a question to you. You may answer it, if you think proper."
"About fifteen months ago, shortly after your discharge from the army, you expected to marry?"