"Of course, John, of course," Lucy hastened to reply, "I know what is the real object of your mission, and I mean to help you all I can, don’t I?" (pushing back a wisp of his lank brown hair that fell over his brow—for he had taken off the hot wide-awake). "But that won’t prevent me from liking to see wild beasts and other queer African things; and I don’t see the harm in it, either...." "N—no, of course it isn’t _wrong_. These things are among the wonderful works of the Almighty, and it is right that we should admire them in their proper place. At the same time they are apt to become a snare in leading us from the contemplation of holy things into vain disputes about science. I know more about these spiritual dangers than you do, Lucy," continued John, from the superior standing of his three years’ education in London, "and I warn you against the idolatry of intellect" (squeezing her little kid-gloved hand to temper his solemnity with a lover’s gesture). "I knew a very nice fellow in London once. He had studied medicine at the hospitals and he came to Bayswater College to qualify for the East African Mission; for he intended going out as a medical missionary. He was the son of a minister, too, and his father was much respected. But he was always spending his spare time at this new Natural History Museum, and he used to read Darwin and other infidel writers. Well, the result was that he took to questioning the accuracy of Genesis, and _of course_ he had to give up all idea of joining the Mission. I don’t know what became of him, but I expect he afterwards went to the bad. For my part, I am thankful to say I never was troubled with doubts. The Bible account of Creation is good enough for me, and so it ought to be for everybody else." "John! _John_!" exclaimed Lucy, shaking his arm, "you are just as bad as your mother, who accuses me of disbelieving the Bible because I like to take a walk on a fine Sunday afternoon. How you _do_ run on! I only said I wanted to see elephants and lions in Africa and you accuse me straight out of ’worshipping my intellect’ or some such rubbish. Don’t you know the chief reason I promised to marry you was because I thought it was so noble of you to go to Africa to teach the poor natives? Very well, if you think African wild beasts will be a snare for my soul I won’t run the temptation, and you shall marry some black woman whose ears will come down to her shoulders, and a ring through her nose as well, and no doubts at all about anything." "Lucy! I think you’re very flippant." "John! I think you’re much too sanctimonious! You’re a great deal too good for me, and you’d better find a more serious person than I am—Miss Jamblin, for instance." "Ann Jamblin? And a very nice girl too. Oh! you may sneer at her. She’s not pretty, I daresay, but she comes to all the prayer meetings, so mother says; and she’s got a nice gift for sacred poetry."