How long would that last?
How long would she remember any word that he chanced to say to her?
"Susannah, I think you are very ignorant.

Were you never taught anything when you were a little girl ?" "My father and his friends were always polite to me." She spoke with grave, rather than offended, dignity.
"She is entirely sweet," he said to himself; "she will never answer me in anger." Then he went on aloud, "And I am not polite; I am ill-trained and ill-bred.

Well, listen, Susannah.

Whatever my mother may or may not tell you about my peculiar opinions, whatever _I_ choose to believe or to do, remember this, that I tell you that _you have_ a soul to be eternally lost or saved, and it behoves you to walk carefully and concern yourself about your salvation." There was a vibration of intense warning in his voice.

He was thinking of the life that might be so noble if will and reason sided with God, and of the snares that the world lays for beauty, and the light way in which beauty might walk into them; and, as with all dreamy minds, he was too absorbed in his thought to know how little it shone through the veil in which he wrapped it.
Susannah grew a shade paler.