"By whom?" said Winthrop.
"Why! — by very good men; — by everybody."
"Not by everybody."
"By what sort of people is it not done?"
"By you and me," said Winthrop smiling.
"You think then that a poor man should never marry a rich woman?"
"Never, — unless he can forget that she is rich and he poor."
Rufus walked for some time in silence.
"Well," he said, in a tone between dry and injured, — "I am going off to the West again, luckily; and I shall have no opportunity for the present to disturb you by making false pretences, of any sort."
"Is opportunity all that you lack?" said Winthrop looking up, and with so simple an expression that Rufus quitted his walk and his look together.