He could not keep his emotion from revealing itself in his face. “It doesn’t please you?” asked his mother, with a tone disappointment. “Why no, mother,” he answered. “It’s not that. It just surprises me.” “But why?” asked the mother. “Henriette is a lovely girl and a good girl.” “Yes, I know,” said George; “but then she is my cousin, and--” He blushed a little with embarrassment. “I had never thought of her in that way.” Madame Dupont laid her hand upon her son’s. “Yes, George,” she said tenderly. “I know. You are such a good boy.” Now, of course, George did not feel that he was quite such a good boy; but his mother was a deeply religious woman, who had no idea of the truth about the majority of men. She would never have got over the shock if he had told her about himself, and so he had to pretend to be just what she thought him. “Tell me,” she continued, after a pause, “have you never felt the least bit in love?” “Why no--I don’t think so,” George stammered, becoming conscious of a sudden rise of temperature in his cheeks. “Because,” said his mother, “it is really time that you were settled in life. Your father said that we should have seen to it before, and now it is my duty to see to it. It is not good for you to live alone so long.” “But, mother, I have YOU,” said George generously. “Some day the Lord may take me away,” was the reply. “I am getting old. And, George, dear--” Here suddenly her voice began to tremble with feeling--“I would like to see my baby grandchildren before I go. You cannot imagine what it would mean to me.” Madame Dupont saw how much this subject distressed her son, so she went on to the more worldly aspects of the matter. Henriette’s father was well-to-do, and he would give her a good dowry. She was a charming and accomplished girl. Everybody would consider him most fortunate if the match could be arranged. Also, there was an elderly aunt to whom Madame Dupont had spoken, and who was much taken with the idea. She owned a great deal of property and would surely help the young couple. George did not see just how he could object to this proposition, even if he had wanted to. What reason could he give for such a course? He could not explain that he already had a family--with stepchildren, so to speak, who adored him. And what could he say to his mother’s obsession, to which she came back again and again--her longing to see her grandchildren before she died? Madame Dupont waited only long enough for George to stammer out a few protestations, and then in the next breath to take them back; after which she proceeded to go ahead with the match. The family lawyers conferred together, and the terms of the settlement were worked out and agreed upon. It happened that immediately afterwards George learned of an opportunity to purchase the practice of a notary, who was ready to retire from business in two months’ time. Henriette’s father consented to advance a portion of her dowry for this purpose.