The Count of Monte Cristo

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the power to compel me to marry Monsieur This or Monsieur That. And
so--being, beautiful, witty, somewhat talented, as the comic operas say,
and rich--and that is happiness, sir--why do you call me unhappy?"

Danglars, seeing his daughter smiling, and proud even to insolence,
could not entirely repress his brutal feelings, but they betrayed
themselves only by an exclamation. Under the fixed and inquiring gaze
levelled at him from under those beautiful black eyebrows, he prudently
turned away, and calmed himself immediately, daunted by the power of a
resolute mind. "Truly, my daughter," replied he with a smile, "you are
all you boast of being, excepting one thing; I will not too hastily tell
you which, but would rather leave you to guess it." Eugenie looked at
Danglars, much surprised that one flower of her crown of pride, with
which she had so superbly decked herself, should be disputed. "My
daughter," continued the banker, "you have perfectly explained to me the
sentiments which influence a girl like you, who is determined she will
not marry; now it remains for me to tell you the motives of a father