'Mr Poskitt, I love your daughter.'
'So do I,' said Poskitt. "Very nice girl.'
'I want to marry her.'
'Well, why don't you?'
'You will give your consent?'
A kindly smile flickered over my old friend's face. He looked at his watch again, then patted Wilmot affectionately on the shoulder.
'I will do better than that, my boy,' he said. 'I will formally refuse my consent., I will forbid the match in toto and oppose it root and branch. That will fix everything nicely. When you have been married as long as I have, you will know that what these things require is tact and the proper handling.'
- P.G. Wodehouse, "The Letter of the Law," in Lord Emsworth and Others, p.119
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