The jury's still out. The dowager hasn't decided if she
Should be seen close to me. Oh, we've been very
Happy together in private, on seashores, in markets,
In places the gentry who know her aren't likely to go,
But she still may wonder if I might debase her, at least
In their eyes. I'm an unrefined man, someone found
In a shop, who's bereft of money or an education,
A man, some might say, with the mien of a lamprey.
That's not my ambition. We just get along, and I hope
That that fact wins my case.