I am going to marry her." Hunterleys helped himself to a liqueur.
"Young man," he said, "in a sense I admire your independence.

In another, I think you've got all the conceit a man needs for this world.
Let us presume, for a moment, that she is, as you surmise, the daughter of a nobleman.

When it suits her father to throw off his incognito, she is probably in touch with young men in the highest circles of many countries.

Why should you suppose that you can come along and cut them all out ?" "Because I love her," the young man answered simply.

"They don't." "You must remember," Hunterleys resumed, "that all foreign noblemen are not what they are represented to be in your comic papers.