"So, you have finally come to your senses."
"What do you mean?"
"Mama told me that you prefer spending time with your wife over spending time with her."
"Who wouldn't?"
"Mama is angry about that."
"I bet she is. But I don't care. I've been the dutiful son to our parents for long enough, I did what they wanted me to do, I want my freedom now."
"You mean you married whom they wanted you to marry?"
"Yes."
"But you didn't. Mama didn't approve, she still doesn't."
"Mama can disapprove all she likes. Even if I didn't marry whom she wanted me to marry, I did marry what she wanted me to marry and that was a lot of money. Papa and she could have condemned me to a live of miserable unhappiness."
"But you aren't miserably unhappy."
"I was lucky, I suppose. I can live with Cora; I know I can spend the rest of my life with her without being miserable about it."
"How romantic."
"Rosamund, not everybody can be as free as you and marry for love."
"No. And you certainly didn't marry for love. Although, had you opened your eyes, had you not assessed women by the size of their dowry or inheritance, but by who they are, had you waited until you'd fallen in love, you'd still have married Cora."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I am. And so are you."