"Ah!" said the broker, doubtfully.
"If such success attends you, and there can be no doubt of it, how painful would be your reflections, if you thought that you had sacrificed your daughter's future in an alliance with a petty trader. I have arranged a brighter destiny for her—a marriage with a foreign nobleman."
"I'd rather see her the wife of a Yankee peddler."
"Out upon you!" cried the lady. "I tell you, your opposition will have little weight, Mr. B. Come to my soirée this evening, and I will present you to Count Alfred de Roseville, an exile from France for political offences—only think, B., he was the intimate friend of Henry V."
"And who vouches for this paragon?"
"Our friend, Auguste."
"Your friend, Auguste, you mean."
"I mean M. Charmant, the friend of the family."
"And what does Julia think of this Phœnix?"
"She adores him."