"Look here, Miss Jeanne.

This is your stepmother's doing.

I know all about it.

Don't you believe that in this country you are obliged to marry any one whom you don't want to." "But I do want to," Jeanne answered, "or rather I don't mind whom I do marry, or whether I marry any one or no one." The Duke was grave.
"I thought," he said, "that my friend Andrew had a chance." Her face was suddenly burning.
"Mr.Andrew," she said, "does not want me; I mean that it is impossible.

Oh, if you please," she added, bursting into tears, "won't you let me alone?
I am going to marry the Count de Brensault.