(Her name is Mary Velvecastle , she is part of a dynasty of wealthy nobles in England. You are a noble too, but you were very lucky to arrange a marriage with a Velvecastle. You and she have only one son, Albert, a quiet boy who looks little like you. Mary was looking at herself in a huge mirror when you entered the chamber, she looks at you with disdain and says:)

— I didn't want to see you today, my lord husband. She says coldly.