Look at Fadge.

He married a woman of good social position; she brought him friends and influence.

But for that he would never have been editor of The Study, a place for which he wasn't in the least fit.

But he was able to give dinners; he and his wife went into society; everybody knew him and talked of him.

How has it been with me?
I live here like an animal in its hole, and go blinking about if by chance I find myself among the people with whom I ought naturally to associate.