"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?"
"The second, to which my daughter and I both attach importance, is that you should make your peace with your uncle. Flamaran tells me you have quarrelled."
"That is true."
"I hope it is not a serious difference. A mere cloud, isn't it?"