He won't marry money, because he has plenty of it.

And even if he hadn't, money made in candles would not appeal to him.

He won't marry beauty, because he thinks too much about it.

He adores so many lovely faces, that he is never sure for twenty-four hours which of them he admires most, bar the fact that, as in the case of fruit trees, the unattainable are usually the most desired.

He won't marry goodness--virtue--worth--whatever you choose to call the sterling qualities of character--because in all these the Honourable Jane Champion is his ideal, and she is too sensible a woman to tie such an epicure to her plain face.