‘Eugene, do you design to capture and desert this girl?’ ‘My dear fellow, no.’ ‘Do you design to marry her?’ ‘My dear fellow, no.’ ‘Do you design to pursue her?’ ‘My dear fellow, I don’t design anything. I have no design whatever. I am incapable of designs. If I conceived a design, I should speedily abandon it, exhausted by the operation.’
I find it ironic that Eugene admitted Lizzie was one of the finest women in all of london yet has no intention of marrying her but most likely has plans of pursuing her. Eugene finds himself above most, or perhaps above class itself. He claims he does not design, nor has a design, as if he thinks of himself separate of such social systems