"But you are unreasonable, my child!--Either of the two marriages would be honorable; it would be hard to find a better match in respect to fortune; indeed, I am afraid that you'll never do so well." "You know, don't you, father, that I care nothing about money?" "My dear girl, it isn't well, perhaps, to love money as your sister loves it; but it isn't well to despise it, either. It is a great help to happiness. Come, between ourselves, why do you refuse both of these two offers? The count, I can understand; he's too old for you; but Monsieur Anatole is young, not a bad-looking fellow----" "I refuse them, father, because I want to love my husband, and I shall never love Monsieur de la Beriniere or Monsieur de Raincy." "So you are quite determined, are you?" "Absolutely. You can tell them that I don't want to marry now. A well-bred man understands that that's a polite way of refusing." "Very good, since you have made up your mind. Gad! you're not much like your sister! You see, she is rich, and happy! always at some festivity, always enjoying herself!" "I don't envy her happiness; I should not be happy in the life she leads." "Well, let's say no more about it." Monsieur Gerbault left his daughter; but she could read in his eyes that he was not pleased that she had refused the two eligible husbands who had offered themselves. As for Adolphine, she said to herself: "I cannot marry either of those men, for I love someone else. The man I love will never marry me,--I know that,--for he never thinks of me! But I choose to have the right to think of him always." XXV GUSTAVE'S UNCLE After his duel with Auguste Monleard, Cherami returned to his lodgings, whistling a polka. He found his hostess where he had left her, standing in her doorway. Madame Louchard was very inquisitive; it had stirred her curiosity to the highest pitch to see her tenant go away with the young exquisite who owned a cabriolet; and when the former returned alone, she cried: "Well! what have you done with him?" "With whom? with what?" "Why, with that elegant gentleman who went away with you on foot,--a strange thing to do when he has a cabriolet at his command. You might just as well have got into it, both of you, as it followed you." "It wasn't worth while to ride; we only went a little way." "Oho! where did you go?" "To that vacant lot over yonder, by the theatre." "What in the world did you go there for? Does your friend think of buying the lot?" "Not at all. We went there to fight. It's a very convenient place for that." "To fight? Is it possible!" "As I have the honor to tell you." "With your fists?" "Madame Louchard, you always imagine that you are talking to the clowns who are your usual associates. Understand, pray, that a man like me doesn't fight with his fists! I sometimes send the toe of my boot into the fleshy part of an upstart who bores me--but when it's a question of a duel, that's another affair." "What did you fight with, then?"