If you are equally free, my dear marquis--( If I could only be her mother for three seconds)--Ahem! if you are equally free, and if you admire my girl as you say you do, and if you can win her affections--she--she shall be yours, and I will settle Lone upon her.
There, her mother would have done this better, I know.

So much better that you would have proposed to my daughter without ever dreaming that the suggestion came from our side.

But as for me, I have flung my girl at your head, nothing less!" grumbled the banker.
"My dear Sir Lemuel," said the young man, with some emotion, as he left his seat and came and stood by the banker's chair, leaning affectionately over him; "when I first met your lovely daughter, I was so deeply impressed by her rare sweetness, gentleness, intelligence--ah! Heaven knows what it was! It was something more than all these.

In a word, I was so deeply impressed by her perfect loveliness, that had I been as really the heir of Lone as I was the Marquis of Arondelle, I should at once have cultivated her further acquaintance, and, before this, have laid my heart and hand, titles and estates, at her feet." "Well, well, my boy?
Well, my dear lad, why didn't you do it ?" inquired the banker, with tears rising to his kind eyes.
"I have just told you, because I was a ruined man," said the marquis with mournful dignity.
"'A ruined man ?'" echoed the banker, with almost angry earnestness.
"_I_ know that you are _not_ a ruined man! And you know, even better than I do, because you have more brains than I have; YOU know that no young man, sound in body and sound in mind, can be ruined by any financial calamity that can fall upon him.

You love my daughter, you say.