You must absolutely give yourself for what you hope to get.

Dreadful as it sounds to philosophic ears, you must marry.
This, having danced with Caroline Harrington, the gallant Lieutenant Strike determined to do.

Nor, when he became aware of her father's occupation, did he shrink from his resolve.

After a month's hard courtship, he married her straight out of her father's house.

That he may have all the credit due to him, it must be admitted that he did not once compare, or possibly permit himself to reflect on, the dissimilarity in their respective ranks, and the step he had taken downward, till they were man and wife: and then not in any great degree, before Fortune had given him his majority; an advance the good soldier frankly told his wife he did not owe to her.