“Do not mistake me,” he exclaimed, hurrying after, “I had no purpose to impute to you any other insensibility except to that of the holy truths of religion.”
She looked up and smiled archly. There was another transition from cloud to sunlight.
“What! are you so doubtful of your own ministry?”
“In your case, I am.”
“Why?”
“You will force me to betake myself to studies more severe than any I have yet attempted.”
She was flattered but she uttered a natural disclaimer.
“No, no! I am presumptuous. I trust you will teach me. Begin—do not hesitate—I will listen.”
“To move you I must not come in the garments of methodism. That faith will never be yours.”
“What faith shall it be?”