human
Come, my friend, let us try to forgive a young man's wrong-doing, all the consequences of which he failed to realize. I am rich; I will take it upon myself to look after your sister's future, and that of your whole family; your father, in his old age, shall have everything to make life pleasant, and----
gpt
What's that? what's that? exclaimed Sans-Cravate, stepping back and looking Monsieur Vermoncey squarely in the eye.
human
What are you coming at with all your talk about money? It isn't money that we ask, but the honor that your son has taken away from us and must give back. In a word, monsieur, for I don't go to a place by thirty-six roads, I have come here to demand your consent to Monsieur Albert's marriage to my sister.
gpt
My son marry your sister! rejoined Monsieur Vermoncey, with a slight upward movement of the shoulders.
human
Nonsense, my friend; surely, you can't think of such a thing; such a marriage is impossible! There are distinctions, conventions, in society, which we are bound to respect. In fact, my son cannot ally himself to a--messenger!
gpt
Then why could he dishonor my sister?
human
Hush, my friend, not so loud, for heaven's sake!