To gain a title he would have to scale aged mountains.

There was one break in his firmament through which the radiant luminary might be assisted to cast its beams on him still young.

That divine portal was matrimony.

If he could but make a rich marriage he would blaze transfigured; all would be well! And why should not Evan marry an heiress, as well as another?
'I know a young creature who would exactly suit him,' said the Countess.
'She is related to the embassy, and is in Lisbon now.

A charming child--just sixteen! Dios! how the men rave about her! and she isn't a beauty,--there's the wonder; and she is a little too gauche too English in her habits and ways of thinking; likes to be admired, of course, but doesn't know yet how to set about getting it.