"A man must not leave the most irksome work for the most peaceful pleasure," answered the schoolmaster. "I am able to live--yes, and do my work--without you, my lady," he added with a smile, "though I shall miss you sorely." "But you do not know where I want you to come," she said. "What difference can that make, my lady, except indeed in the amount of pleasure to be refused, seeing this is not a matter of choice? I must be with the children whom I have engaged to teach, and whose parents pay me for my labor--not with those who, besides, can do well without me." "I cannot, sir--not for long at least." "What! not with Malcolm to supply my place?" Clementina blushed, but only like a white rose. She did not turn her head aside; she did not lower their lids to veil the light she felt mount into her eyes; she looked him gently in the face as before, and her aspect of entreaty did not change. "Ah! do not be unkind, master," she said. "Unkind!" he repeated. "You know I am not. I have more kindness in my heart than any lips can tell. You do not know, you could not yet imagine, the half of what I hope of and for and from you." "I _am_ going to see Malcolm," she said with a little sigh. "That is, I am going to visit Lady Lossie at her place in Scotland--your own old home, where so many must love you. _Can't_ you come? I shall be traveling alone, quite alone, except my servants." A shadow came over the schoolmaster's face: "You do not _think_, my lady, or you would not press me. It pains me that you do not see at once it would be dishonest to go without timely notice to my pupils, and to the public too. But, beyond that quite, I never do anything of myself. I go not where I wish, but where I seem to be called or sent. I never even wish much, except when I pray to Him in whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. After what He wants to give me I am wishing all day long. I used to build many castles, not without a beauty of their own--that was when I had less understanding--now I leave them to God to build for me: He does it better, and they last longer. See now, this very hour, when I needed help, could I have contrived a more lovely annihilation of the monotony that threatened to invade my weary spirit than this inroad of light in the person of my Lady Clementina? Nor will He allow me to get overwearied with vain efforts. I do not think He will keep me here long, for I find I cannot do much for these children. They are but some of His many pagans--not yet quite ready to receive Christianity, I think--not like children with some of the old seeds of the truth buried in them, that want to be turned up nearer to the light. This ministration I take to be more for my good than theirs--a little trial of faith and patience for me--a stony corner of the lovely valley of humiliation to cross. True, I _might_ be happier where I could hear the larks, but I do not know that anywhere have I been more peaceful