"When a man is not loved, it is no use for him to say that he could be
a better fellow--could do anything--I mean, if he were sure of being
loved in return."
"Not of the least use in the world for him to say he _could_ be better.
Might, could, would--they are contemptible auxiliaries."
"I don't see how a man is to be good for much unless he has some one
woman to love him dearly."
"I think the goodness should come before he expects that."
"You know better, Mary. Women don't love men for their goodness."
"Perhaps not. But if they love them, they never think them bad."
"It is hardly fair to say I am bad."
"I said nothing at all about you."
"I never shall be good for anything, Mary, if you will not say that you
love me--if you will not promise to marry me--I mean, when I am able to
marry."
"If I did love you, I would not marry you: I would certainly not
promise ever to marry you."
"I think that is quite wicked, Mary. If you love me, you ought to
promise to marry me."
"On the contrary, I think it would be wicked in me to marry you even if
I did love you."
"You mean, just as I am, without any means of maintaining a wife. Of
course: I am but three-and-twenty."
"In that last point you will alter. But I am not so sure of any other
alteration. My father says an idle man ought not to exist, much less,
be married."
"Then I am to blow my brains out?"
"No; on the whole I should think you would do better to pass your
examination. I have heard Mr. Farebrother say it is disgracefully
easy."
"That is all very fine. Anything is easy to him. Not that cleverness
has anything to do with it. I am ten times cleverer than many men who
pass."
"Dear me!" said Mary, unable to repress her sarcasm; "that accounts for
the curates like Mr. Crowse. Divide your cleverness by ten, and the
quotient--dear me!--is able to take a degree. But that only shows you
are ten times more idle than the others."
"Well, if I did pass, you would not want me to go into the Church?"
"That is not the question--what I want you to do. You have a
conscience of your own, I suppose. There! there is Mr. Lydgate. I
must go and tell my uncle."
"Mary," said Fred, seizing her hand as she rose; "if you will not give
me some encouragement, I shall get worse instead of better."