I suppose everything is by comparison in this world--the squire and the squire's daughter look down upon the farmer and the farmer's son, and beg to decline the honour of an alliance.

The farmer and the farmer's son look down upon the corporal and corporal's daughter, and beg to do the same, especially as she is their servant.

Tom, the carpenter, thinks his daughter too good for Joseph the labourer, and Matthew the shoeblack wouldn't let his son marry Sal the crossing-sweeper for all the world.
Oh, Rowland!, is this what you have learnt from your profession, and the book before you?
Why, I've found a better philosophy on board ship, with no teachers but the moon and stars.' 'Owen, I am ashamed of myself.

My pride deserves to be thus pulled down.' 'I don't want to seem unkind, Rowland, but my notion is, that an honest gentleman, such as you, educated, and a clergyman is good enough for any lady; and that a good, religious girl, who has saved my mother's life, is a great deal too good for a ne'er-do-well fellow like me.

But I won't fall before I'm pushed, since I'm pretty sure she thinks so too.