I am afraid, though," he went on hesitatingly, "that there are difficulties in the way of my helping, as you call it.

You see, the very fact of my being a Methodist minister, and his being a Catholic priest, rather puts my interference out of the question." "No; that doesn't matter a button," said Celia, lightly.

"None of us think of that at all." "There is the other embarrassment, then," pursued Theron, diffidently, "that Father Forbes is a vastly broader and deeper scholar--in all these matters--than I am.

How could I possibly hope to influence him by my poor arguments?
I don't know even the alphabet of the language he thinks in--on these subjects, I mean." "Of course you don't!" interposed the girl, with a confidence which the other, for all his meekness, rather winced under.

"That wasn't what I meant at all.