"You do not speak of the lecture," he said when they were at the house steps. "Has it terrified you so much that you dare not? Shall you start up from sleep to-night fancying that a great black Jesuit has come to carry you off?"
"Do you know, Mr. Granger," she said slowly, "those men seem to me very much like the apostles; in their devotion, I mean? I would like to read about them. They are interesting."
"Oh! they have, doubtless, books which will tell you all you want to know," he replied.
"They!" repeated Margaret. "But I want to know the truth." Mr. Granger laughed. "Then I advise you to read nothing, and hear nothing."
"How then shall I learn?" demanded Miss Hamilton with a touch of impatience.
"Descend into the depth of your consciousness, as the German did when he wanted to make a correct drawing of an elephant."
"No," she replied remembering the story, "I will imitate the Frenchman; I will go to the elephant's country, and draw from life."
"That is not difficult," Mr. Granger said, amused at the idea of Miss Hamilton studying the Jesuits. "These elephants have jungles the world over. In this city you may find one on Endicott street, another on Suffolk street, and a third on Harrison avenue."
They were just entering the house. Margaret hesitated, and paused in the entry.
"You do not think this a foolish curiosity?" she asked wistfully. "You see no harm in my wishing to know something more about them?"