"Jane," she said, "I want to tell you something. I want to marry Mr. Rath. I think he's the nicest man I ever saw. Do you really—really—believe that I can, if I learn to think as you do?"
Jane turned white beneath the other's eyes. "Why, but don't you know—don't you see that he's in love?"
"In love! With you?"
"With me,—oh, no. With Madeleine."
"Oh, no, he's not in love with her," said Emily decidedly; "I know that. I know that perfectly well."
"They knew one another before they came here, you know."
"Why, I see them round town together all hours," said Emily; "they're like brother and sister, they're not one bit in love. I thought that perhaps it was you."
"Oh, dear, no—I can't marry. I never even think of it."
"Don't you use any of your ideas with him?"
"No, indeed! I never ask anything for myself any more. I just ask to manifest God's will,—to help in any of His work that offers."