Yes, if she wished to make a marriage of ambition she could not do better.

All Washington was laughing at him; but she felt she had penetrated beneath the surface that excited their mirth--had seen qualities that would carry him wherever he wished to go--wherever she, with her grandmother's own will, wished him to go.
"And," pursued he, "I'm far too rough and coarse for you--you, the quintessence of aristocracy." She flushed with double delight--delight at this flattery and the deeper delight a woman feels when a man shows her the weakness in himself by which she can reach and rule him.
"I'm always afraid of offending your delicacy," he went fatuously on.
"You're the only person I ever felt that way about.

Absolutely the only one.

But you've got to expect that sort of thing in a man who prevails in such a world as this.

When men get too high-toned and aristocratic, too fussy about manners and dress, along come real men to ride them down and under.