The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1893-02-25

Win sudden movement and stared
at Miss Jollibert. After an instant's
pause he raised himself once more
and brought his teacup carefully
down from the mantel piece again.
My dear, SAID he, could | trouble
you for little more sugar; Just the
le-east thing' Thank you, thank
you. All! The "ah" was more in
the way Of a sigh than an interjec-
ton, and with it he half closed one
eye and minutely inspected with the
other the morsel of currant bun he
was engaged in eating. There was
something in the action which ap-
pered to irritate Miss Jollibert
slightly, for she pushed her chair
back from the fire and asked him
very quickly, did your lordship not
hear me?
He finished the currant bun and
folded his hands composedly again.
So, repeated he, you have quite
made up your mind to go oyer to
Rome.
Quite. said Miss Jollibert, and
after an instant's pause, unbroken
except for the cracking of the
flames, she added Quite" again.
Why2 asked the bishop quickly.
On account of my convictions,
replied Miss Jollibert still more
quickly.
OF course it has taken me a long
time to make up my mind about
this, and of course am very sorry.
| have studied Butler and Jeremy,
Taylor and Luther's treatises, and
Manning and Newman. | have
fought against my conviction as |
never fought against anything be-
fore, and yet, in spite of myself, as
it were, | have been converted. OF
course | am very sorry that it should
be so. In a case like this, however. |
think that one is not, perhaps,
entirely responsible for ones own
conversion.
The bishop inspected the side of
his handsome foot, and settle him
self little more comfortably, nod
ded with much benevolence.
Quite so, quite so; very possibly
not, my dear.
He stretched his hand out for the
little poker and gave sharp tap to
a bit OF coal which sent it rattling
noisily down upon the painted tiles.
l beg your pardon, my dear, said he
ruetully, l ought never to meddled
with the fire, you see-just as you
ought never to have meddled with
theologians. Hand me the tongs,
Marion.
She did as he asked her, a rush
of tears coming into her dark eyes.
1t is no use to talk to me in that
way; no use saying anything, since
I have quite made up my mind.
And besides that, she added after a
slight pause, with her eyes fixed
anxiously on the back OF the bishops
fair head, just then within dangerous
proximity to the CRATE, | have quite
made up my mind that am going
to dispose of my house and my
horses and my furniture and every
| thing, and Immediately after l have
collected my money l shall 60 into
a convent and take the veil.
He put the tongs carefully down
on the fender and sticking two of his
long, white fingers into Miss Jolli
bert's sugar basin brought out a
little pointed lump and balanced
it dreamily in the air.
All! sighed he again.
Miss Jollibert pushed her chair
back abruptly and stood before him.
Why do you only answer ah, like
that? l asked you here to help me,
because you used to always help me
with things; and now you only
answer ah. Then, turning suddenly
away, she crossed both hands upon
the mantel piece and leaned her head
down upon them. Oh, don't you
understand? What is the use OF
carriages and horses and furniture
and wealth like mine? What is the
use OF life? | want to do some
thing? | want to live?
The bishop rose. He drew one
of her hands gently from her face
and closed his own over it. l under
stand, he said huskily, and looked
straight into the fire.
Alter long pause some thought
appeared suddenly TO strike him,
tor with an abrupt movement he
drew his hand away, and, walking
across to the other side of the fire,
ostentatiously put up his double eye
glass to examine a little Alma
Tadema upon the opposite wall.
Don't confuse your convictions with
your inclinations, he began. Your
father had that picture IN a much
better light than you have, Marion
As you say, Go something, but don't
let YOUR inclination to do something to
interfere with your convictions. Ut
you were to shorten the string il
might be better) Why not become q
doctor?
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