george. Did you aspire to rise socially?
abud. I wanted a wife to keep house, sir.
george. Are you content?
abud. I think so, sir.
george. With your humble position?
abud. I'm a gardener, and there'll always be gardens.
george. Frustrated affections . . I beg your pardon. . . To have been crossed in love should make you bitter and ambitious.
abud. My father was a gardener and my son will be a gardener if he's no worse a man than I and no better.
george. Are you married?
abud. No, sir.