"But is she not ill? I never saw anybody look so strange."
"That is because her hair is shorter. You do not like her, Master Auchester?"
I shook my shoulders. "No; not a great deal."
"You will try, please. She will be an artist."
"But don't you consider,—of course I don't know,—but don't you consider dancing the lowest art?"
"Oh, Master Auchester! all the arts help each other, and are all in themselves so pure that we cannot say one is purer than the other. Besides, was it not in the dream of that Jew, in the Bible, that the angels descended as well as ascended?"
"You are like Martin Luther."
"Why so?"
"Clo—that is my clever sister—told me what he said about the arts and religion."
"Oh, Mr. Davy tells that story."