Miss Western: Well, unless I am deceived, my niece is desperately in love.
Squire Western: In love! In love! Without my consent! I'll disinherit her, and turn her out of doors stark naked without a farthing. Where is she?
Miss Western: Supposing she should have fixed on the very person you would have wished?
Squire Western: No, no. She can love who she pleases, but she'll marry the man I chose.