"You speak as if—I never heard any one speak as you do."
"I speak as if I were in the habit of telling my Master how his message is received? I often do that."
"But it seems superfluous to tell what is known already," said Eleanor, wondering secretly much more than she dared to say at her companion's talk.
"Do you never, in speaking to those you love, tell them what is no information?"
Eleanor was now dumb. There was too great a gulf of difference between her companion and herself, to try to frame any words or thoughts that might bridge it over. She must remain on one side and he on the other; yet she went on wondering.
"Are you a clergyman, Mr. Rhys?" she said after a pause.
"I am not what you would call such."
"Do you not think the rain is over?"
"Nearly, for the present; but the grass is as wet as possible."
"O, I don't mind that. There is somebody now in the shrubbery yonder, looking for me."