"St Augustine, and many others, went through mud to the stars though."
"St. Francis didn't—if we are to talk of the saints."
"I believe you could guide me."
Mrs. Mansfield looked deeply touched. For an instant tears glistened in her eyes. Nevertheless, her next remark was almost sternly uncompromising.
"Even if I could, don't let me."
"Why?"
"I want the composer of the music I heard at the little house to be very strong in every way. No, no; I am not going to try to guide you, my friend!"
There was a sound in her voice as if she were speaking to herself.
"I never met anyone so capable of comradeship—no woman, I mean—as you."
"That's a compliment I like!"