"A Miss Temple, sir."
"Temple—it is a very good name. I think girls brought up in the country make the best wives."
"They do, sir, most certainly; they are more domestic, and make their husbands more content and happy at home."
"Well, my dear boy, I have mentioned the subject, and wish you would think of it. You will please me much."
"My dear father, I shall be most happy to obey in everything else, but in so serious a point as uniting myself for life, I think you must allow that a little discretionary power should be given to a son. All I can say is this, show me a young person who is eligible, and if I find that I can love her, I will not refuse to obey your wishes."
"Well, sir, do as you please," replied my father, very angrily; "but I think, sir, when I desire you to fall in love, it is your duty to obey."
"Suppose I was to fall in love with a person you did not like, would you allow me to marry her?"
"Most certainly not, sir."
"Then, sir, is it reasonable to expect me to marry without being in love?"
"I did not marry for love, sir."