“No, not yet.”
“Yes, yes, my dear, I am; and my health is getting completely wrecked.”
“Then let’s go away and travel.”
“No; I have another project on hand, Claude. It has long been my wish to see you married.”
“Papa!”
“To some good man who loves you.”
“Oh!”
“A man of wealth and some position in the world, and that man I believe I have found in Parry Glyddyr.”
“Papa, I—”
“Hush, my dear, let me speak; you shall have your turn. Glyddyr is the representative of a good old Welsh family. He had three hundred thousand pounds at his father’s death, and, best of all, he loves my darling child very dearly. Now, what do you say to that?”