You must marry him." Jeanne drew herself away from her stepmother's touch.
"Nothing," she said, "would induce me to marry the Count de Brensault, not even if he knew that I am penniless.

If we cannot afford to live in this house, or to keep carriages, let us go away at once and take rooms somewhere.

I do not wish to live under false pretences." The Princess was very pale, but her eyes were hard and steely.
"Child," she said, "don't be a fool.

Don't make me angry, or I may say and do things for which I should be sorry.

It is no fault of mine that you are not a great heiress.