"I will go there," said Miss Leigh, rising.
"I don't think you will like it," urged the rector. "It is a very bad part of the town—almost dangerous, indeed—filled with working people and others of that sort, and I don't suppose a carriage ever——"
"I will go in the street cars," said the girl.
"The street cars! Yes, you could go that way, but why not come here and let me assign you a class?"
"I wish to work among the poor."
"The happy poor!" said the rector, smiling. "Why not come and help me in my work—who need you so much?" His voice had changed suddenly and he attempted to possess himself of the gloved hand that rested on his table, but it was suddenly withdrawn.
"I thought we had settled that finally last year," said Miss Leigh firmly.
"Ah, yes; but the heart is not so easily regulated."
"Oh! yes, yours is. Why don't you try Aunt Sophia again?"
"Try—again?—who?" The rector was manifestly somewhat embarrassed.