She looked up, and caught his eye tenderly fixed upon her.
“Ah!” said he, “Miss Cooper, there are some situations in which we find it easy to reconcile all discrepancies.”
If the language lacked explicitness, the look did not. He proceeded:—
“If I mistake not, Miss Cooper, you will be the last one to blame me for not having stifled my ambition, even at the calls of duty and profession.”
“Blame you, sir? Far from it. I should think you very unfortunate indeed, if you could succeed in stifling ambition at any calls, nor do I exactly see how duty should require it.”
“If I pursue the profession of the divine?” he answered hesitatingly.
“Yes—perhaps—but that is not certain?” There was some timidity in the utterance of this inquiry. He evaded it.
“I know not yet what I shall be,” he replied with an air of self-reproach; “I fear I have too much of this fiery ardor which we call ambition to settle down into the passive character of the preacher.”
“Oh, do not, do not!” she exclaimed impetuously; then, as if conscious of the impropriety, she stopped short in the sentence, while increasing her forward pace.
“What!” said he, “you think that would effectually stifle it?”