"Marriage?"
Thiers involuntarily put down his wine glass, his gaze drifting towards the window: "Oh, seems I should congratulate you, then? I didn't expect to have the fortune of marrying in the same year as you. A woman chosen by Lady Odense must certainly be a remarkable lady. Is she a social butterfly, or does she have a vast fortune and land to inherit, or perhaps some other advantages?"
Louis half-jokingly complained: "Let me tell you this, Mr. Thiers. The women my mother chose, whether they are nobles or bourgeois, they have no souls; they're always the epitome of selfishness."
Thiers heard this and his gaze returned from the window, unable to suppress a smile: "Why do you say that? Doesn't Lady Odense have an eye for people?"
"No, precisely because my mother is too perceptive, but her standards for people differ from mine."
