'But isn't it the right view?'
'To the higher sense, yes—but the ambition of most men is to be taken for the star, at all events.'
'That is, mistaken for the star,' she said.
'Yes, if you will—mistaken for the star.'
'I am sure that is not your ambition,' she said warmly. 'I am sure you would rather be the star mistaken at a distance by some stupid creature for a gas-lamp, than the gas-lamp mistaken even by me'—she spoke this smilingly—'for a star.'
'I should not like to be mistaken by you for anything,' he said.
'You know I could not mistake you.'
'I think you are mistaking me now—I am afraid so.
'Oh, no; please do not think anything like that. I never could mistake you—I always understand you. Tell me what you mean.'
'Well; you think me a man of courage, I dare say.'