ish to be capable of loving any woman as a woman ought to be
loved."

"I think his ideas about love are quite ideal," persisted the girl.
"Only yesterday he was abusing the selfishness of men in general, and
saying that a man who is really in love thinks of the woman he loves as
well as of himself."

"He said that, did he? Then he was mistaken."

Elisabeth looked surprised. "Then don't you agree with him that a man in
love thinks of the woman as well as of himself?"

"No; I don't. A man who is really in love never thinks of himself at
all, but only of the woman. It strikes me that Master Alan Tremaine
knows precious little about the matter."

"I think he knows a great deal. He said that love was the discovery of
the one woman whereof all other women were but types. That really was a
sweet thing to say!"

"My dear Betty, you know no more about the matter than he does. Falling
in love doesn't merely mean that a man has found a woman who is dearer
to him than all other women, but that he has found a woman who is dearer
to him than himself."

Elisabeth changed her ground. "I admit that he isn't what you might
call orthodox," she said--"not the sort of man who would clothe himself
in the rubric, tied on with red tape; but though he may not be a
Christian, as we count Christianity, he believes with all his heart in
an overruling Power which makes for righteousness."

"That is very generous of him," retorted Christopher; "still, I can not
for the life of me see that the possession of three or four thousand a
year, without the trouble of earning it, gives a man the right to
patronize the Almighty."

"You are frightfully narrow, Chris."

"I know I am, and I am thankful for it. I had rather be as narrow as a
plumbing-line than indulge in the sickly latitudinarianism that such men
as Tremaine nickname breadth."

"Oh! I am tired of arguing with you; you are too stupid for anything."

"But you haven't been arguing--you have only been quoting Tremaine
verbatim; and that that may be tiring I can well believe."

"Well, you can call it what you like; but by any other name it will
irritate you just as much, because you have such a horrid temper. Your
religion may be very orthodox, but I can not say much for its improving
qualities; it is the crossest, nastiest, narrowest, disagreeablest sort
of religion that I ever came across."

And Elisabeth walked away in high dudgeon, leaving Christopher very
angry with himself for