At first it had been but too pleasant to see him continually, to get acquainted with the new world in which they were living, through his means, and to admire his knowledge of everything--all the people and all their histories. But by-and-by Anne’s mind began to get bewildered. She was only a woman and did not understand--nay, only a girl, and had no experience. Perhaps, it was possible men got through their work by such a tremendous effort of power that the strain could only be kept up for a short period of time; perhaps Cosmo was one of those wonderful people who accomplish much without ever seeming to be employed at all; perhaps--and this she felt was the most likely guess--it was her ignorance that did not understand anything about the working of an accomplished mind, but expected everything to go on in the jog-trot round of labour which was all she understood. Happy are the women who are content to think that all is well which they are told is well--and who can believe in their own ignorance and be confident in the better knowledge of the higher beings with whom they are connected. Anne could not do this--she abode as in a city of refuge in her own ignorance, and trusted in that to the fullest extent of her powers--but still her mind was confused and bewildered. She could not make it out. At the same time, however, she was quite incapable of Rose’s easy questioning. She could not take Cosmo to task for his leisure, and ask him how he was employing it. When she heard her little sister’s interrogations she was half alarmed, half horrified. Fools rush in--she did not say this to herself, but something like it was in her thoughts.