"Then, if this lady married you," said she suddenly, "you would be a gentleman of good position and standing?"
"Yes, I suppose so—and probably miserable."
"And rich, Peter?"
"I should have more than enough."
"Instead of being a village blacksmith—"
"With just enough, and absurdly happy and content," I added, "which is far more desirable—at least I think so."
"Do you mean to say that you would rather—exist here, and make horseshoes all your life, than—live, respected, and rich."
"And married to—"
"And married to the Lady Sophia?"
"Infinitely!" said I.