There isn't a church in Paris that will," said the Duke.
"Won't it be a splendid marriage!" said Germaine.

"There'll be something like a crush.

There are sure to be accidents." "If I were you, I should have careful arrangements made," said the Duke.
"Oh, let people look after themselves.

They'll remember it better if they're crushed a little," said Germaine.
There was a flicker of contemptuous wonder in the Duke's eyes.

But he only shrugged his shoulders, and turning to Sonia, said, "Will you be an angel and play me a little Grieg, Mademoiselle Kritchnoff?
I heard you playing yesterday.