“You are in love with her.”
“My father—”
“I should be very sorry at it.”
“For what reason?” I asked, thunderstruck.
“The young Princess of L**** —what do you think of her?”
“I don’t like her at all.”
“This would grieve me extremely, for I have chosen her for your wife”.
“My heart has already chosen. Your consent, my father—”
“The Countess of Clairval? Never!”
“You don’t know her. Her family and fortune are very considerable.”