Sure he need be.

They're beginning to talk about the shuttered windows at the Red Hall." The girl turned and looked toward the house, bleak and desolate-looking enough now that the few encircling trees were shorn of their leaves.
"I shouldn't care to live there all the year round," she remarked.
"I've heerd others say the same thing," he answered, "and yet in Salthouse village we're moderate well satisfied with life.

It's them as have too much," he continued, "who rush about trying to make more.

A simple life and a simple lot is what's best in this world." "Things were livelier up there," Jeanne remarked, seating herself on the edge of his boat, "when the smugglers used to bring in their goods." The old man smiled.
"Why that's so, lady," he admitted.

"Lord! When I was a boy I mind some great doings.