ut he did not
say so.

"You said you would be left out of my real life. What do you mean,
Shenac? Do you know what my life's work is to be? It is, with God's
help, to be of use to souls. Don't you care for that, Shenac? Do you
think a year or two of life in the world--common life--could be to you
what these months by your brother's death-bed have been, as a
preparation for real life-work--yours and mine? Do you think that any
school could do for you what all these years of forgetting yourself and
caring for others have done--all your loving patience with your
afflicted mother, all your care of your sister and the little lads, all
your forbearance with Dan, all your late joy in him? If you cared for
me, Shenac, you would not say you are not fit."

It was very pleasant to listen to all this. There was some truth in it,
too, Shenac could not but acknowledge. He was very much in earnest, at
any rate, and sincere in every word, except perhaps the last He wanted
to hear her say again that she eared for him; but she did not fall into
the trap, whether she saw it or not.

"I know I care for your work," she said, "and you are right--in one way.
I think all our cares and troubles have done me good, have made me see
things differently. But I could not help you much, I'm afraid."

"Don't say that, Shenac; you could give me what I need most--sympathy;
you could help my weakness with your strength and courage of spirit.
Think what you were to Hamish. You would be tenfold more to me. Oh, I
need you so much, Shenac!"

"Hamish was different. You would have a right to expect more than
Hamish."

But she grew brave again, and, looking into his face, said,--

"I do sympathise in your work, Mr Stewart, and I would like it to be
mine in a humble way; but there are so many things that I cannot speak
about. Think of your own sisters. How different I must be from them!
Allister and Shenac saw your sister Jessie when they were in M---, and
they said she was so accomplished--such a perfect little lady--and yet
so good and sweet and gentle. No, Mr Stewart, I could never bear to
have people say your wife was not worthy of you, even though I might
know it to be true."

"I was thinking how our bonnie little Jessie might sit at your feet to
learn everything--almost everything--that it is worth a woman's while to
know."

"You are laughing at me now," said she, troubled.

"No, I am not; and, Shenac, you must not go. I have a