She is not cut out for a poor man's wife.
And pray don't go and fancy that nobody loves my child but you.

Mine is not so hot as yours, of course; but believe me, sir, it is less selfish.
You would expose her to poverty and misery; but I say no; it is my duty to protect her from all chance of them; and, in doing it, I am as much your friend as hers, if you could but see it.

Come, Dr.Staines, be a man, and see the world as it is.

I have told you how to earn my daughter's hand and my esteem: you must gain both, or neither." Dr.Staines was never quite deaf to reason: he now put his hand to his brow and said, with a sort of wonder and pitiful dismay, "My love for Rosa selfish! Sir, your words are bitter and hard." Then, after a struggle, and with rare and touching candor, "Ay, but so are bark and steel; yet they are good medicines." Then with a great glow in his heart and tears in his eyes, "My darling shall not be a poor man's wife, she who would adorn a coronet, ay, or a crown.

Good-by, Rosa, for the present." He darted to her, and kissed her hand with all his soul.