She does nothing but dream, dream, dream, and absolutely ignore homage that would turn another girl's head.

I wish she were well married, or--I had almost said ill married! anything is better than the convent for my only surviving child! If she will not accept an earl or a baronet, why cannot her perversity take the form of any other girl's perversity?
Why can she not fall in love with some penniless younger son, or some dissipated captain in a marching regiment?
I am sure even under such circumstances I should not perform the part of the 'cruel parent' in the comedies! I should say, 'Bless you my children,' with all my heart! And I should enrich the impecunious young son, or reform the tipsy soldier.

Anything but the convent for my only child!" concluded the banker, with a sigh.
But Salome had ceased to think of the convent.

She thought now only of the missing marquis.
The offers of marriage that had been made to Salome, rejected though they were, had this good effect upon her mind.

They encouraged her to think more hopefully of herself.