Lord Thomas Hulme sighed as his young son and heir, William, complained like he often did. "Please. Please. Please, Father, she's an interesting girl. Please. What would mother say? Please." He was sick of hearing those small little words over and over. "No." He replied every time with the same answer. Today he was asking again, "Please let us, Father. I love her." He sighed, "Fine. You must prove to me she is worthy." William could not believe his ears. "So, it's alright, correct father?" His father shook his head. "Are you joking? She's a peasant!" William could believe his eyes. He marched out and slammed the door.