ion and wealth and high
place. These are not grovellers. If I were you I would be one of
them."

"You would not become a clergyman?"

"Certainly not; no more than I would be a shoemaker."

"Miss Waddington!"

"Well; and what of Miss Waddington? Look at the clergymen that
you know; do they never grovel? You know Mr. Wilkinson; he is an
excellent man, I am sure, but is he conspicuous for highmindedness,
for truth and spirit?" It must be remembered that the elder Mr.
Wilkinson was at this time still living. "Are they generally men of
wide views and enlightened principles? I do not mean to liken them
to shoemakers; but were I you, I should think of the one business as
soon as the other."

"And in my place, what profession would you choose?"

"Ah, that I cannot say. I do not know your circumstances."

"I must earn my bread, like other sons of Adam."

"Well, earn it then in such manner that the eyes of the world shall
be upon you; that men and women shall talk of you, and newspapers
have your name in their columns. Whatever your profession, let it be
a wakeful one; not one that you can follow half asleep."

Again he paused for awhile, and again sat looking at the rock of the
temple. Still he thought of the tables of the money-changers, and
the insufficiency of him who had given as much as half to the poor.
But even while so thinking, he was tempted to give less than half
himself, to set up on his own account a money-changing table in his
own temple. He would fain have worshipped at the two shrines together
had he been able. But he was not able; so he fell down before that of
Mammon.

"You can talk to me in this way, urge me to be ambitious, and yet
confess that you could give yourself to one of those drones of whom
you speak with such scorn."

"I speak of no one with scorn; and I am not urging you; and at
present am not talking of giving myself to any one. You ask as to the
possibility of my ever marrying a clergyman; I say that it is very
possible that I may do so some day."

"Miss Waddington," said George; and now he had turned his face
absolutely from the city, and was looking upwards to the hill;
upwards, full into the beauty of her countenance. "Miss Waddington!"

"Well, Mr. Bertram?"

"You speak of me as though I were a being high in the scale of
humanity--"

"And so I think of you."

"Listen for a moment--and of yourself as one comparatively low."

"No, no, not low; I have too much pride for tha