“Well, I didn’t say that I’d oppose it: I only said that a preacher wouldn’t suit me; no, wouldn’t suit me. A preacher wouldn’t have time to attend to business, even if he were a business man, and I never saw one that was—one that was.”
“I have no idea of ever being a preacher, Mr. Vanclure, and I cannot imagine why Miss Clara should have drawn such an inference from anything I said.”
“I told Clara that she must be mistaken, must be mistaken. Then I understand that you never will be a preacher?”
“I have no such intention, sir.”
“Well, that’s enough said; I’ll go now, and I’d advise you to see Clara about this affair, and give her the assurance you have given me.” Mr. Vanclure left hurriedly.
Ernest had an interview with Clara that evening, which terminated in the assurance, on her part, that if he ever became a preacher, she would at once file an application for a divorce.
