"Your daughter is very beautiful," he said at last.
"She is very strange," said Madame de Bellegarde.
"I am glad to hear it," Newman rejoined, smiling.

"It makes me hope." "Hope what ?" "That she will consent, some day, to marry me." The old lady slowly rose to her feet.

"That really is your project, then ?" "Yes; will you favor it ?" "Favor it ?" Madame de Bellegarde looked at him a moment and then shook her head.

"No!" she said, softly.
"Will you suffer it, then?
Will you let it pass ?" "You don't know what you ask.

I am a very proud and meddlesome old woman." "Well, I am very rich," said Newman.
Madame de Bellegarde fixed her eyes on the floor, and Newman thought it probable she was weighing the reasons in favor of resenting the brutality of this remark.