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sewing. She saw him arrive, and heard every word he
said to her father.
“Good morning, Sir Sunshine,” cried Sinclaire
to him. “You are devilishly fine. Are you not out
a-wooing?”
“Well, yes, uncle, that*s just what I am,” he
answered, laughing.
“Is there no shame in you, boy? What have you
to keep a wife upon?”
“Nothing, uncle. If I had, never the devil would
I marry.”
“That’s what you think, that’s what you think,
Sir Sunshine! But that grand jacket, you could
afford that, anyway?”
“On credit, uncle!”
“And the horse you are riding is worth much
money, I can tell you, boy. Where did you get it
from?”
“The horse is not mine.”
That was more than the big foundry proprietor
could withstand. “God bless you, boy,” he said;
“you truly need a wife who has some money. If
you can win Marienne, you can have her.”
In this way they came to an understanding before
Baron Adrian had dismounted. But Melchior Sinclaire
knew very well what he was doing, for Baron
Adrian was a good fellow.
A little later the lover had gone to Marienne and
rushed at once into the subject.
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