"Eleanor," said he, coming and standing before her, "may I go with you the next time you go to Field Lane?"
"No, I think not. You would not know what to do in such a place, Mr.
Carlisle."
"Do you think so?"
"They are a set of people whom you do not like; people who you think ought to be fined—and imprisoned—and transported; and all that sort of thing."
"And what do you think ought to be done with them?"
"I would try a different regimen."
"Pray what would it be?"
"I would tell them of the love of One who died for them. And I would shew them that the servants of that One love them too."
She spoke quietly, but there was a light in her eye.
"How, for heaven's sake, Eleanor?"