Now, dear child, what is it?
DIANE.
Father, I loathe this useless life of mine! I long for action—danger—anything that stirs the blood, and brings oblivion.
DUKE.
Oblivion!—Nay, Diane, I have something happier to suggest than that. Time and circumstance commend to you a marriage. We owe our lives to the wisdom of a man who seeks your hand to-day.
DIANE.
The Marquis?—[After a pause.] I cannot marry, for I do not love him.
DUKE.
Then 'tis time you did.