He was right.

A decent woman has no business at court." "Since you speak so plainly, I'll do likewise," I rejoined, growing angry.

"You came to court to make your fortune by marriage.

That is a bald, ugly way to state the case, but it is the truth.

Admit it." "I fear I must," she answered, hanging her head.
"You surely could not ask greater progress toward your desire than you are making," I continued.