"I'd very much like to come, but only under the condition that I may not only come for your, but also for your daughter's sake."
He listened up in surprise.
"For Emma's sake?" he asked.
"Yes."
"What do you mean by this? Do you have any designs on her? Do you perhaps even want to marry her?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Heavens! This is the first time I hear of this! But, I'd think, that this is only your intention! Whatever does she say about all this?"
"She agrees with me."
At this, he sprang up from his chair, became dark red all over his face, and exclaimed:
"I won't have it, no way, no way! My daughter has not been born and has not been brought up to toil her way through life with a poor devil! She can get other men. I won't have her marrying an author, who, if all turns out well, only lives by his fame and otherwise starves!"