You were always an idealist, Bosio--you do not care for those things, and I daresay that when you are married you will not even care to take her titles, nor to spend much of her money.

I know well enough what passes in your mind.

Sit down.

Let us talk about it.

We cannot afford to quarrel, you and I, can we?
I am sorry I spoke as I did--and I never meant that you were cowardly in the ordinary sense.