Of course, I am.

I was a blacksmith's boy but yesterday; I am--what shall I say I am--to-day ?" "Say a good fellow, if you want a phrase," returned Herbert, smiling, and clapping his hand on the back of mine--"a good fellow, with impetuosity and hesitation, boldness and diffidence, action and dreaming, curiously mixed in him." I stopped for a moment to consider whether there really was this mixture in my character.

On the whole, I by no means recognized the analysis, but thought it not worth disputing.
"When I ask what I am to call myself to-day, Herbert," I went on, "I suggest what I have in my thoughts.

You say I am lucky.

I know I have done nothing to raise myself in life, and that Fortune alone has raised me; that is being very lucky.