Miss Gault lifted her eyebrows. “I’m not only thinking of your mother,” she said. “There’s no reason, that I know of, why I should fuss about her . I’m thinking of you and the girl herself, and⁠—and of all your friends. Listen, boy”⁠—and she bent on him one of the most tender and reproachful looks he had ever seen⁠—“all this is pure madness⁠—selfish, greedy madness! You can’t make a girl like that happy⁠—no! not for half a year! Good heavens, child, you’re as blind as a⁠—You’re as selfish as one of my cats! It’s the girl I’m thinking of, I tell you. You’ll make her miserable, you and your mother. She’s sweet to look at; but Wolf, Wolf! she and you will talk completely different languages! You can’t do these things⁠—not in our country, anyhow. I’ve seen it again and again⁠—these things bring misery⁠—just misery. And how are you going to support her, I’d like to know?”