To all my objections he returned but the one word, "'I don't restrict your choice and I give you a month in which to make it.

If at the end of that time you cannot bring your bride to my bedside, I must look around for an heir who will not thwart my dying wishes.'" "A month! I surveyed the fashionable belles that nightly thronged the parlors of my friends and felt my heart sink within me.

Take one of them for my wife, loving another woman?
Impossible.

Women like these demanded something in return for the honor they conferred upon a man by marrying him.

Wealth?
they had it.