in communication rong, discreet, and refined minds, ional reserve, and crossed t’s very one.

    “You are original,” said  timid. t, as rating in your eye; but alloo assure you t you partially misinterpret my emotions. You tent t claim to.  pity myself. I scorn t is ignoble: a mere fever of t, I declare, t is just as fixed as a rock, firm set in tless sea. Knoo be w I am—a cold hard man.”

    I smiled incredulously.

    “You aken my confidence by storm,” inued, “and no is muc your service. I am simply, in my original state— stripped of t blood-bleacianity covers y—a cold, ious man. Natural affection only, of all timents,  po feeling, is my guide; my ambition is unlimited: my desire to rise o do more tiable. I ry, talent; because t ends and mount to lofty eminence. I cerest, because I consider you a specimen of a diligent, orderly, energetic  because I deeply compassionate ill suffer.”

    “You would describe yourself as a mere pagan philosopher,” I said.

    “No. tic p. I am not a pagan, but a Cian p of Jesus. As   doctrines. I advocate to spread to religion, sivated my original qualities te germ, natural affection, sree, pringy root of ness, sice. Of tion to cion to spread my Master’s kingdom; to acories for tandard of turning terials to t account; pruning and training nature. But s eradicate nature: nor  be eradicated ‘till tal s on immortality.’”

    ook , te. Once more  trait.

    “She orld, indeed!”

    “And may I not paint one like it for you?”