"Do you think that what interests you will not interest me?"
A change came over her face—a high grave light, as she answered,—"Not till you love the Master I do. Not till his service is your delight, as it is mine.—Mr. Carlisle, if you will allow me, I will ring the bell for tea."
He rang the bell for her instantly, and then came to her side again, and waited till the servant was withdrawn.
"Eleanor, seriously, I am not satisfied to have you go to that place alone."
"I do not. I am always attended."
"By a servant. Have you never been frightened?"
"Never."
"Do you not meet a very ugly sort of crowd sometimes, on your way?"
"Yes—sometimes."
"And never feel afraid?"