"You infer that Miss Danton, if free, would be too proud to mate with a mere plebeian professional man."
"Yes."
"Then resignation is all that remains. Is it improper to smoke in this sacred chamber, Grace? I must have something to console me. Quite a grand alliance for Danton's daughter, is it not?"
"They do not seem to think so. I heard her father say he would not consider a prince of the blood-royal too good for his peerless Kate."
"The duse he wouldn't! What an uplifted old fellow he must be!"
"Captain Danton is not old. His age is about forty-five, and he does not look forty."
"Then I'll tell you what to do, Grace—marry him!"
"Frank, don't be absurd! Do you know you will have everything in this room smelling of tobacco for a week. I can't permit it, sir."
"Well, I'll be off," said her brother, looking at his watch, "I promised to return in half an hour for supper."
"Promised whom?"