You can’t find a fault with him.” “No, he would do if he wasn’t poor. I must marry a rich man, Aunt Jamesina. That—and good looks—is an indispensable qualification. I’d marry Gilbert Blythe if he were rich.” “Oh, would you?” said Anne, rather viciously. “We don’t like that idea a little bit, although we don’t want Gilbert ourselves, oh, no,” mocked Phil.
I love their banter so much. And Phil has a point. Anne should calm down and just accept him by now.
