You're tied hand and foot.

You may worship her here, and rave about your child-angel till you're black in the face, but you never can see her; and as to all this about stopping her from marrying any other person, that's all rot and bosh.

What do you suppose any other man would care for your nonsensical ravings?
Lonely and an exile! Why, man, she'll be married and done for in three months." "You don't understand me," said Dacres, dryly.
"I'm glad that I don't; but it's no wonder, old man, for really you were quite incoherent." "And so they're going to Rome," said Dacres.

"Well, they'll find that I'm not to be shaken off so easily." "Come now, old man, you _must_ give up that." "And I suppose," continued Dacres, with a sneer, "our handsome, dark-eyed little Italian cavalier is going with us.

Ha, ha, ha! He's at the house all the time, no doubt." "Well, yes; he was there once." "Ah! of course--quite devoted." "Oh yes; but don't be afraid.