"
"I ain't clever at all," said Lizzie, beginning to whimper.
"Good-by, my dear."
"Good-by," said Lizzie. He took her hand in one of his; patted her on the
head with the other, as though she had been a child, and then left her.
CHAPTER LXXVI
LIZZIE RETURNS TO SCOTLAND
Frank Greystock, the writer fears, will not have recommended himself to
those readers of this tale who think the part of lover to the heroine
should be always filled by a young man with heroic attributes. And yet the
young member for Bobsborough was by no means deficient in fine qualities,
and perhaps was quite as capable of heroism as the majority of barristers
and members of Parliament among whom he consorted, and who were to him the
world. A man born to great wealth may, without injury to himself or his
friends, do pretty nearly what he likes in regard to marriage, always
presuming that the wife he selects be of his own rank. He need not marry
for money, nor need he abstain from marriage because he can't support a
wife without money. And the very poor man, who has no pretension to rank
or standing, other than that which honesty may give him, can do the same.
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