"Mon Dieu! madame, although I am not thinking of marriage for myself, I assure you that I have no wish to disgust others with it; and the proof is that I'm looking for a wife for my rich Sicilian."
"A wife? You're looking for a wife for him, monsieur? Oh! in that case—I beg your pardon, a sip of alicante, if you please—I may have what you want."
"Faith! madame, if you can find me somebody suited to my friend, you would give me great pleasure; for I haven't much time to give to it. I have more orders for sugar than I can handle; I am obliged to neglect my business, and I don't like it."
"I must ask you one important question first of all, monsieur: is your count rich?"
"I think I have already told you that he doesn't know the amount of his fortune."
"Then I suppose he wants his wife to be rich, too?"
"Not at all; he cares nothing at all for money; he has enough for two."
"Really! he won't ask for any dowry?"
"A dowry! why, if the woman's father should be so ill-advised as to mention such a thing, he would be quite capable of knocking him down! He would consider it an insult."
"Phew! what a noble-minded man!—A little more alicante, please."