But though she's very well fit for you as far as that is, why, mercy 'pon me, what ever do you want any woman at all for yet ?' John made his naturally short mouth a long one, and wrinkled his forehead, 'That's the way the wind d'blow, is it ?' he said.
'Mother,' exclaimed Stephen, 'how absurdly you speak! Criticizing whether she's fit for me or no, as if there were room for doubt on the matter! Why, to marry her would be the great blessing of my life--socially and practically, as well as in other respects.

No such good fortune as that, I'm afraid; she's too far above me.

Her family doesn't want such country lads as I in it.' 'Then if they don't want you, I'd see them dead corpses before I'd want them, and go to better families who do want you.' 'Ah, yes; but I could never put up with the distaste of being welcomed among such people as you mean, whilst I could get indifference among such people as hers.' 'What crazy twist o' thinking will enter your head next ?' said his mother.

'And come to that, she's not a bit too high for you, or you too low for her.

See how careful I be to keep myself up.