There is
no hurry,
you know.
I am not
yet
twenty-one,
and
Eugenie is
only
seventeen
years of
age; but
the two
months
expire
next week.
It must be
done. My
dear
count, you
cannot
imagine
how my
mind is
harassed.
How happy
you are in
being
free!”
“Well! and
why should
not you be
free too?
What
prevents
you from
being so?”
“Oh! it
will be
too great
a
disappointment
to my
father if
I do not
marry
Mademoiselle
Danglars.”
“Marry
her,
