"My dear lady, I beg your pardon if my words were too forcible; what I intended to say was that should your niece marry a man for his position, without love for him, it would be equivalent to selling herself, and you who have her ultimate happiness at heart would not wish that, I am sure." He smiled, and he had a most winning smile. "My dear Fru Boyesen, you come to discuss this matter with me; I am an old man, you are a widow, why should we mince matters?" His tone, grave and kindly, mollified her somewhat: she wavered an instant, and answered. "It shocked me that you could speak of my niece's selling herself--an honourable marriage--" "Just so, Madam, an 'honourably' married woman who does not love her husband and has not loved him, who has married him because he is wealthy or of good family--" he deliberately brought his argument within the range of her comprehension--"is lower in my eyes than the woman who gives herself for love only, dispensing with ceremony, or who sells herself for hire, to get her bread." Fru Boyesen gasped with horror. "Society!" she murmured, "religion! morality!" "Society, indeed, dear lady, but neither religion nor morality as I understand them." Fru Boyesen was in deep waters, her argumentative powers were not sufficient to cope with the Doctor, and she knew it, still she tried once more. "But Herr Doctor, I don't want her to marry without love, I only want her to make up her mind to love a man she can marry--and do it soon!" The Doctor rubbed his hands. He had not been able to resist the temptation of shocking the good lady; he was often tempted to jolt a bourgeois mind out of its self-complacent rut. Fru Boyesen's bewildered and horrified face had amused him intensely, but he realized that to push the matter further might seriously harm Ragna's cause, so he contented himself with replying: "I am sure, Madam, that your niece will not disappoint you in the end; but if you really desire her welfare, do not urge the matter for the present, I beg of you. Give the child time--that is a panacea for all ills, you know. She is very young, and should she marry merely to please you, her inevitable unhappiness would be heavy on your conscience." Fru Boyesen retied her bonnet strings but with less firm a touch than usual. The Professor had frightened her and, for the moment, shaken her conventional social beliefs; however, she made a last tentative effort. "Then I am to understand that you positively refuse to use your influence, Herr Doctor?" "Most decidedly, Madam--and as you value your future peace of mind and Ragna's, do not attempt to force her." "And you advise me to do nothing, to wait?" "Why not try a change of scene? A journey would probably drive some of the 'ologies' and 'isms' you object to out of her mind, and she would very likely come home prepared to settle down."