But surely one may go so far with a young man one loves as to say, 'Here is a girl of a million.' There is not, Arnold, I declare, her equal anywhere; a clearer head I never met, or a better educated girl, or one who knows what a man can do, and how he can be helped to do it." "Thank you, Clara," Arnold said coldly; "I dare say I shall discover the young lady's perfections in time." "Not, I think, without some help.

She is not an ordinary girl.

You must draw her out, my dear boy." "I will," he said listlessly.

"I will try to draw her out, if you like." "We talked a great deal of you, Arnold," Clara went on.

"I confided to her some of my hopes and ambitions for you; and I am free to confess to you that she has greatly modified all my plans and calculations." "Oh!" Arnold was interested in this "But, my dear Clara, I have my profession.