His anxiety is to provide for you.

But I know the system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven.' 'Because it is not English ?' 'O Renee, my beloved for ever! Well, then, tell me, tell me you can say with pride and happiness that the Marquis de Rouaillout is to be your--there's the word--husband!' Renee looked across the water.
'Friend, if my father knew you were asking me!' 'I will speak to him.' 'Useless.' 'He is generous, he loves you.' 'He cannot break an engagement binding his honour.' 'Would you, Renee, would you--it must be said--consent to have it known to him--I beg for more than life--that your are not averse...

that you support me ?' His failing breath softened the bluntness.
She replied, 'I would not have him ever break an engagement binding his honour.' 'You stretch the point of honour.' 'It is our way.

Dear friend, we are French.

And I presume to think that our French system is not always wrong, for if my father had not broken it by treating you as one of us and leaving me with you, should I have heard... ?' 'I have displeased you.' 'Do not suppose that.