"What else could I desire? Poor little foundling as I am, I should be happy indeed to have such a prospect. And we would be so happy together. Aleko would not murder me for my faithlessness. But how can we let him know? So far, he has not had permission to come here."
"From this time forth he shall."
"But who can tell him?"
"I, myself. I will bring him to you."
"You are as good a father as in one of Bethsaba's fairy tales."
"I will see myself to all the preparations, will arrange your dowry, settle the day, and command the Patriarch of Solowetshk here to celebrate the marriage."
"Oh yes, in summer, when the roses are out. My bridal wreath shall be of real roses."
"I will have your wedding ornaments made from this nugget of platinum. And now you really are as happy as I am, are you not?"
"Oh, happier!"
"And will you have this pink silk for your wedding-dress?"