"Your daughter," began the Prince, "I am deeply interested in her. I—" he stopped and smiled.
Mr. Wellington nodded.
"Go on," he said gruffly, now.
"I—I believe I love her."
"You believe?"
"In fact, I do love her. It is about that I wish to speak to you—as to the dower. Naturally the sum you would propose—"
"Wait just a second. Not so fast," said Mr. Wellington. "Does my daughter love—wish to marry you?"
"I have reason to believe she loves me,"—Koltsoff shrugged his shoulders,—"excellent reasons. As to marriage—of course I have no doubt as to her wishes. But first, I must, of course, reach an understanding with you."
"How do you mean?" asked Mr. Wellington, bending forward and impaling the Prince with his eyes. "Did Anne tell you how much she would be willing to have me pay for you?"
"Certainly not," snapped Koltsoff.