ou dissatisfied with yourself?"

"I do not think I am stupid. When I am in the shop I know that I am more
of a match for most persons, and yet, Mr. Cardew, there are some people
who seem to me to have something I have not got, and they value it more
than anything besides, and they have nothing to say really, _really_, I
mean, to those who have not got it, although they are kind to them."

"It is not very easy to understand what you mean."

"Well now to-night, sir, when you talked about God moving in us, and the
force which binds the planets together, and all that, I am sure you felt
it, and I am sure it is true, and yet I was out of doors, so to speak."

"Perhaps I may be peculiar, and it is you who are sane and sound."

"Ah, Mr. Cardew, if you were alone in it, and everybody were like me,
that might be true, but it is not so; it is I who am alone."

"Who cares for it whom you know? You are under a delusion."

"Oh, no, I am not. Why there--there." Tom stopped.

"There was what?"

"There was Miss Furze--she took it in."

"Indeed!" Mr Cardew again looked straight on the ground, and again
scratched it with his stick. It was a night of nights, dying twilight
long lingering in the north-west, the low golden moon, the slow, placid,
shining stream, perfect stillness. Tom was not very susceptible, but
even he was overcome and tempted into confidence.

"Mr. Cardew, you are a minister, and I may tell you: I know you will not
betray me. I love Miss Furze; I cannot help it. I have never loved any
girl before. It is very foolish, for I am only her father's journeyman;
but that might be got over. She would not let that stand in her way, I
am sure. But, Mr. Cardew, I am not up to her; she is strange to me. If
I try to mention her subjects, what I say is not right, and when I drove
her home from Chapel Farm, and admired the view I know she admired, she
directly began to speak about business, as if she did not wish to talk
about better things; perhaps it is because I never was taught. I had no
schooling; cannot you help me, sir? I shall never set eyes on anybody
like her. I would die this instant to save her a moment's pain."

Mr. Cardew was silent. It was characteristic of him that often when he
himself was most personally affected, the situation became an object of
reflection. What a strange pathos there was in this recognition of
superiority and in the inability to rise to it and appropriate it! Then
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