And you yourself, my dear--if this went on for a few years longer, you yourself would become very tired of it.
It isn't what we should like for you, if you were our own daughter.
Can't you understand that ?' 'No, I can't.' 'Yes, my dear, yes.

I'm sure you do.

Very well.

Then there comes this young man.

I am not a bit surprised that he should fall in love with you--because I should do it myself if I were not your uncle.' Then she caressed his arm.