“Wait a moment, there are two conditions.”
“Were there ten, I would accept them without question!”
“Don’t hurry. You will see; one is my daughter’s, the other comes from both of us.”
“You wish me to have some profession, perhaps?”
“No, that’s not it. Clearly my son-in-law will never sit idle. Besides, I have some views on that subject, which I will tell you later if I have the chance. No, the first condition exacted by my daughter, and dictated by a feeling which is very pleasant to me, is that you promise never to leave Paris.”
“That I swear to, with all the pleasure in life!”
“Really? I feared you had some ties.”
“Not one.”
“Or dislike for Paris.”
“No, Monsieur; only a preference for Paris, with freedom to indulge it. Your second condition?”