That she can't do it that way.

She's wasting my time and her own." "Oh, what's a little time, dear, when you've all eternity in view ?" "But I haven't.

I've nothing in view.

My view, at present, is entirely obscured by Anne." "Poor Anne! To think she actually stands between you and your Maker." "Yes, you know--in her very anxiety to introduce us." They looked at each other.

Her sainthood was so accomplished, her union with heaven so complete, that she could afford herself these profaner sympathies.