You will sell your soul and your body to be Marquise de La Tour d'Azyr." "You are indelicate," said she, and though she frowned her eyes laughed.
"And you go headlong to conclusions.

My uncle will not consent to more than to allow my consent to be sought.

We understand each other, my uncle and I.I am not to be bartered like a turnip." He stood still to face her, his eyes glowing, a flush creeping into his pale cheeks.
"You have been torturing me to amuse yourself!" he cried.

"Ah, well, I forgive you out of my relief." "Again you go too fast, Cousin Andre I have permitted my uncle to consent that M.le Marquis shall make his court to me.

I like the look of the gentleman.