“Anything human—they call it genre—street life—the very poor.”
“The poor? Then we have a common hobby after all!”
“Perhaps,” replied Clytie. “But I am afraid we ride it in opposite directions.”
“Do you know much of their lives—go among them?”
“Not much; I see them only externally, from an artist's point of view. I should like to see deeper.”
A light burned for a moment in the young clergyman's gray eyes.
“Would you care for work among them?”
“As a student, perhaps; as a reformer, no!”
“One generally leads to the other.”
“In that case I'll not run the risk,” she replied laughing.