"They both love the truth, I am sure; only they don't perhaps know what it
is yet. I think if they were to fall in love with each other, it would very
likely make them both more desirous of finding it still."
"Perhaps," I said at last. "But you are talking about awfully serious
things, Ethelwyn."
"Yes, as serious as life," she answered.
"You make me very anxious," I said. "The young man has not, I fear, any
means of gaining a livelihood for more than himself."
"Why should he before he wanted it? I like to see a man who can be content
with an art and a living by it."
"I hope I have not been to blame in allowing them to see so much of each
other," I said, hardly heeding my wife's words.
"It came about quite naturally," she rejoined. "If you had opposed
their meeting, you would have been interfering just as if you had been
Providence. And you would have only made them think more about each other."
"He hasn't said anything--has he?" I asked in positive alarm.
"O dear no. It may be all my fancy.
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