"Yes, but to what end?—I mean in my intent. I know now what I came for, in one sense," he said, securing one of her hands.
"Why—Endecott, do you want me to tell you?"
"If you know or guess."
"I don't know nor guess anything. I supposed merely that you did that as other people do other things—and for the same reason."
"It was for a very commonplace reason," Mr. Linden said, watching her face with two or three things at work in his own: "it was to get money to finish my studies for your favourite profession."
"My favourite profession!—Which do you mean?"
"Have you forgotten Miss Essie's question? I have not—nor the dear child who was so unwilling to answer it."
Faith's mind went back to Miss Essie, the question and answer,—and took the round of the subject,—and even as she did so her face changed, a sort of grave light coming into it,
"Do you mean that, Endy?" she said half under her breath.
"I mean that, and no other."