Chapter LX

He cannot dismiss the memory of his loss, and calls Hallam "a soul of nobler tone," superior to himself, who is feeling "like some poor girl" that has fixed her affections on a man of higher rank than her own. She compares her state with his, and sighs over her own inferior circumstances, and repines at her humbler lot. The neighbours jeer at her disappointment, and she says

"How vain am I!
How should he love a thing so low?"

No doubt, the passing into a higher world gave Hallam a superior dignity in the Poet's estimation.[40]