'No,' she said, 'that would be amusing ourselves instead of
worshipping.'
'We've done our devoir in that way already,' said Griff. 'Paid our
dues.'
'One can't,' cried Ellen, with an eager look. 'One longs to do all
the more when He has just let us have such a taste of His beautiful
things.'
'ONE, perhaps, when one is a little saint,' returned Griff.
'Oh don't, Griff! I'm not THAT; but you know every one wants all
the help and blessing that can be got. And then it is so
delightful!'
He gave a long whistle. 'Every one to his taste,' he said;
'especially you ladies.'
He did come to the Cathedral with us, but he had more than half
spoilt this last Sunday. Did he value her for what was best in her,
or was her influence raising him?
CHAPTER XXVI--C. MORBUS, ESQ.
'Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears,
The plaintive voice alone she hears,
Sees but the dying man.'
SCOTT.
C. Morbus, Esq. Such was the card that some wicked wag, one of
Clarence's fellow-clerks probably, left at his lodgings in the
course of the epidemic which was beginning its ravages even while we
were upon our pleasant journey--a shade indeed to throw out the
light.
In these days, the tidings of a visitation of cholera are heard with
compassion for crowded towns, but without special alarm for
ourselves or our friends, since its conditions and the mode of
combating it have come to be fairly understood.
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