In all these respects Grace Crawley was, in his judgment, quite as good as they had a right to expect her to be, and in some respects a great deal superior to that type of womanhood with which they had been most generally conversant.

"If everybody had her due, my sister isn't fit to hold a candle to her," he said to himself.

It must be acknowledged, therefore, that he was really in love with Grace Crawley; and he declared to himself, over and over again, that his family had no right to demand that he should marry a woman with money.

The archdeacon's son by no means despised money.
How could he, having come forth as a bird fledged from such a nest as the rectory at Plumstead Episcopi?
Before he had been brought by his better nature and true judgment to see that Grace Crawley was the greater woman of the two, he had nearly submitted himself to the twenty thousand pounds of Miss Emily Dunstable,--to that, and her good-humour and rosy freshness combined.

But he regarded himself as the well-to-do son of a very rich father.