So much for the inevitable selfish reason.

Erskine is a poor man, and in his comfortable poverty--save the mark--lies your salvation from the baseness of marrying for wealth and position; a baseness of which women of your class stand in constant peril.

They court it; you must shun it.
The man is honorable and loves you; he is young, healthy, and suitable.
What more do you think the world has to offer you ?" "Much more, I hope.

Very much more." "I fear that the names I give things are not romantic enough.

He is a poet.