This deal might not have fallen through had the price of porterhouse been more reasonable.
Selling or auctioning womenfolk to the highest bidder used to be a time-honoured tradition. (It certainly cut down on a lot of needless dancing and dating.) What's love got to do with it? And where has that whole 'love' thing got us anyway? Women still say "I do" to the richest and butt-ugliest men. This has fostered no little despair in us handsome, albeit penurious, dudes. Twas ever thus.
We all pay for 'love' in one way or another.