Of course, she'll like him.

I don't suppose there is so much difficulty about that.' 'I daresay not,' said George.

'I believe that women's likings go after that fashion, for the most part.' Madame Faragon, not understanding this general sarcasm against her sex, continued the expression of her opinion about the coming marriage.

'I don't suppose anybody will think of blaming Marie Bromar for accepting the match when it was proposed to her.

Of course, she would do as she was bidden, and could hardly be expected to say that the man was above her.' 'He is not above her,' said George in a hoarse voice.
'Marie Bromar is nothing to you, George; nothing in blood; nothing beyond a most distant cousin.