?" replied May, with a grave smile.

"Do? What shall you do?" he said, mimicking her. "Do as you always
do, and that is just what suits you, ma'am."

"No; I'll do better. I will beg your pardon, and tell you that I am
_really_ sorry to have grieved so kind a friend. And begging pardons
_don't_ suit me, Mr. Fielding, for you must know I am very proud."

"No doubt of it. You look proud here--living like a Parisian grisette
in a garret, and delving from morning until night for your daily
bread," he said, testily.

"Dear sir, I do not think I am like a _grisette_, and this is not a
garret. Look around, and see if I am not very nice here. What can be
purer and cleaner than this matting, which still smells of the sweet
groves of Ceylon. See my chairs and sofa--did you ever see such
incomparable chintz? the white ground covered with roses and
blue-bells! Here are my books, there my flowers, and this--you know
_this_, do you not?" said May, leading him up to her little oratory.

"No; I only know that the commandments order us not to worship graven
images," he said, gruffly.

"You only say that, sir, for I am well assured that you believe no such
monstrous thing. Oh no! no more than we worship the stars, which, in
their sparkling beauty, lead our thoughts to God. In these sacred
delineations we are reminded of our great examples, Jesus and Mary;
they tell us better than books can do--better than our unfaithful
hearts can, whenever our eyes rest on them, that for us the Divine Son
and Immaculate Mother assumed the sin-offering of the world. These
white hyacinths and violets are emblems of her purity and humility; and
carved crucifix, the image of incarnate patience and undying love. Oh,
dear Mr. Fielding, I should be worse than a pagan, if I did not keep
these memorials of Jesus and Mary ever before me; if I did not let a
shadow of my poor love for their infinite clemency and love express
itself in veneration for those images which remind me continually of
them."

"I didn't come here to talk polemics," said Mr. Fielding, turning away
abruptly, and sitting down.

"And will you please, most grave sir, to open the business which has
procured me the honor of this visit?" said May, seating herself primly
in a chair opposite to him, and folding her little hands together with
an air of dignity. Mr. Fielding coughed, to hide a laugh.

"Where is Dr. Burrell?" he inquired.

"Attending to his patients, I presume,"