“But I cannot imagine what that has to do with it,” said Leslie.
“A vast deal, for it shows the real inclination of the soul. Is the soul going to steep itself in luxury, or is it going to cast away all hindrances, and run its race in fullness, in power? Is it to be clogged and hindered? Speak; don’t keep me in suspense. How have you furnished your room?”
“My half-room—I only possess half a room—was furnished for me by the governors of the college,” said Leslie. “It is true that I have added a few things, for I like pretty rooms. I like to look nice myself. My mother has always taught me to pay a great deal of attention to personal appearance.”
Belle heaved a deep sigh, and became instantly silent.
“Have you nothing more to say, Belle?” cried Marjorie.
“Nothing,” replied Belle. Her eyes were now shut. “I am disappointed.” She sat back in her seat, and did not trouble herself to glance at Leslie for some time.
“What a blessing for you,” whispered Lettie, bending forward from her place in the stern.
“But I am really sorry for her,” was Leslie’s gentle response. “She is full of earnestness; but she goes too far.”
“For goodness’ sake, don’t let her hear you. Her eyes are closed for the present, and she is only muttering to herself. What a comfort if she remains in that state for the rest of our row!”
“Belle,” said Marjorie, “what are you doing now? You are saying something; what is it?”