Obey me, be true to me, and I will make you a queen, and I will sit in the shadow of your throne.

I will toil for you, and be wise for you.

You shall have only to shine, and dazzle, and enjoy the glory of life.

My beautiful darling, for pity's sake do not give yourself over to folly.' 'Did not you marry for love, grandmother ?' 'No, Lesbia.

Lord Maulevrier and I got on very well together, but ours was no love-match.' 'Does nobody in our rank ever marry for love?
are all marriages a mere exchange and barter ?' 'No, there are love-matches now and then, which often turn out badly.
But, my darling, I am not asking you to marry for rank or for money.