You are then a man of humble birth, and the rank you have gained for yourself." "I am a man of no name and of tarnished reputation.

Good God!" he blazed out suddenly, losing control.

"What is the good of torturing ourselves like this?
If I wouldn't marry you--before--until I had done something in the front of the world to make you proud of me, what do you think I'll do now, lying in the gutter for every one to kick me?
Would it be to the happiness of either of us for me to sneak through society behind your rank?
It would be the death of me and you would come to hate me as a mean hound." "You?
A mean hound ?" Her voice broke and the tears welled up in her eyes.

"You have done nothing for me to be proud of?
You?
You who did what you did last night?
Yes, I was there.

I saw and heard.