"I should like to know the Jesuit's ideas of love."
"He said that one friend was worth an army of lovers; that love is like wine—bright, beautiful, and intoxicating; but friendship is like the inexhaustible water of a pure fountain—clear, cool, and refreshing; he said that love was all hot and heedless impulse, whereas friendship embraced the finest emotions of the heart and head."
"You are quite a philosopher; and yet—ah! Ernestine—there is a merry twinkle in your beautiful eyes belying all you say."
"Moreover, Father d'Eydel told me, at the Scots convent, I should have nothing to do with lovers——"
"Father d'Eydel——" I began impatiently.
Ernestine held up her pretty white hand.
"He told me, love was like a two-edged sword——"
"Did he not tell you it was like wine, but with water too?"
"That it ennerved the hearts of the young, and failed to inspire the hearts of the old. To women, he recommended religion and the cloister——"
"This devil of a d'Eydel would soon bring the world to an end! And to men——"