But I know, sir, that wealth is not happiness.

I knew a poor girl whose parents last year gave her in marriage to a rich man, and the next day they drew a suicide out of the Danube.

I want to make my ward happy, but I will not give her away for riches or treasures." Karpathy remained sitting, and gently grasped the artisan's hand.
"Sit down again, my worthy Master Boltay.

When first I saw your face, I was prepared for that answer.

You certainly would provide a happy, contented future for your ward, and your intention does you honour.