“As soon as I foresaw the possibility of this, the wish to get Bertha married grew in me, not so much out of friendship for her and her poor parents as from scientific curiosity. What would happen? It was a singular problem. I said in reply to her father:
“'Perhaps you are right. You might make the attempt, but you will never find a man to consent to marry her.'
“'I have found somebody,' he said, in a low voice.
“I was dumfounded, and said: 'Somebody really suitable? Some one of your own rank and position in society?'
“'Decidedly,' he replied.
“'Oh! And may I ask his name?'
“'I came on purpose to tell you, and to consult you. It is Monsieur Gaston du Boys de Lucelles.'
“I felt inclined to exclaim: 'The wretch!' but I held my tongue, and after a few moments' silence I said:
“'Oh! Very good. I see nothing against it.'
“The poor man shook me heartily by the hand.