human
When a man tells a woman that he loves her, Delarue went on,
gpt
No, father, I certainly do not.
human
Ah, you are a little American! Then he added, more seriously:
gpt
I suppose you, too, will soon be thinking of love and marriage.
human
Father, I shall never marry!
gpt
Ah, that means you will surely be married within a year!
human
No, I mean it, father! I shall never marry!
gpt
My dear, I should be sorry if you did not, he answered with dignity, and with a strong note of disapproval in his voice.
human
For what is a woman who does not marry and bear children? Nothing! She is a rose bush that never flowers, a grape vine that never fruits. She is useless, a weed that cumbers the earth. No, my daughter, you must marry, or displease your father very much.