He is good, but somehow his goodness does not offend one.

One can condone it.

And, if you care for such things, he has a thorough-going respect for women, which he carries about with him in a little patent safe of his own." "I don't want to marry a man for his qualities and mental furniture," said Rachel, wearily.

"If I did I would take Mr.Dick." There was a short silence.
"I am sure," said Rachel at last, "that you do not realize how commonplace I am.

You know those conventional heroines of second-rate novels, who love tremendously once, and then, when things go wrong, promptly turn into marble statues, and go through life with hearts of stone?
Well, my dear, I am just like that.