CONFIDENCE
a clever fellow, but I am a good one." He paused a moment, and then laid his hand on his companion's shoulder. "My dear Gordon, it's no use; you are in love."
"Well, I don't want to be," said Wright.
"Heavens, what a horrible sentiment!"
"I want to marry with my eyes open. I want to know my wife. You don't know people when you are in love with them. Your impressions are coloured."
"They are supposed to be slightly. And you object to colour?"
"Well, as I say, I want to know the woman I marry, as I should know any one else. I want to see her as clearly."
"Depend upon it, you have too great an appetite for knowledge; you set too high an esteem upon the dry light of science."
"Ah!" said Gordon promptly; "of course I want to be fond of her."
Bernard, in spite of his protest, began to laugh again.
"My dear Gordon, you are better than your theories. Your passionate heart contradicts your frigid intellect. I repeat it—you are in love."
"Please don't repeat it again," said Wright.
Bernard took his arm, and they walked along.
"What shall I call it, then? You are engaged in making studies for matrimony."
"I don't in the least object to your calling it that. My studies are of extreme interest."
"And one of those young ladies is the fair volume that contains the precious lesson," said Longueville. "Or perhaps your text-book is in two volumes?"
"No; there is one of them I am not studying at all. I never could do two things at once."
"That proves you are in love. One can't be in
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