"Our good Father, here, will tie the knot at once, and then, my Lord Seneschal, you may bear home your bride.

Her son shall follow you." But the Marquise blazed out now.

She stamped her foot, and her eyes seemed to have taken fire.
"Never, sir! Never in life!" she cried.

"I will not be so constrained.

I am the Marquise de Condillac, monsieur.