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which deeply interested me. At last she spoke: " Faith yes,<br />
it must be a wonderful tiling ; u wonderful motive-power f<strong>or</strong><br />
those who possess it. "<br />
"And don't you possess it."<br />
" No, and I suppose I never shall. Don't be shocked. It<br />
must be a grand thing to believe as you do but to some ;<br />
minds,<br />
even whilst <strong>the</strong>y admire, it is simply impossible."<br />
" Do you mean deliberately to say that you believe nothing?"<br />
said Grant, looking at her with those grave, penetrating eyes<br />
that were so rarely turned to meet <strong>the</strong> gaze <strong>of</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
seemed almost to tremble under <strong>the</strong>ir power.<br />
She<br />
"No, not quite that but not what ;<br />
you would call believing."<br />
"Let us come to particulars," said Grant, "f<strong>or</strong> I don't<br />
believe that you believe nothing. And if <strong>the</strong>re is any one<br />
thing you do believe, obey it, and it will lead you fur<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
"I don't understand,"<br />
said Fl<strong>or</strong>ence.<br />
TllK A USTRALIAN D UKE OR THE NEW UTOPIA,<br />
" Please to explain<br />
yourself. "<br />
" Well, I will take <strong>the</strong> first element <strong>of</strong> faith ; you believe<br />
in God ?"<br />
" Of course," she replied.<br />
" And that He made you ?"<br />
She was silent.<br />
' You see <strong>the</strong>re is no alternative. He ei<strong>the</strong>r made you, <strong>or</strong><br />
you are a bundle <strong>of</strong> f<strong>or</strong>tuitous atoms, that have come toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>mselves."<br />
Fl<strong>or</strong>ence still hesitated ; to say Yes, would, she well knew,<br />
pledge her to fling to <strong>the</strong> owls and <strong>the</strong> bats a vast ass<strong>or</strong>tment <strong>of</strong><br />
scientific semi-infidel views she had been fond <strong>of</strong> ventilating ;<br />
and yet to say No in plain English, and to such an interroga-<br />
t<strong>or</strong>, was m<strong>or</strong>e than she dared.<br />
"<br />
I suppose I believe it," she said, at length.<br />
we know so little <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se matters. "<br />
" Of course<br />
"Well, never mind that ; you do believe it, that is enough :<br />
yon believe that He made you, body and soul : f<strong>or</strong> I suppose<br />
you believe that you have a soul ; you don't think you<br />
are no-<br />
thing but a body, a handful <strong>of</strong> dust, do you ?"<br />
Again Fl<strong>or</strong>ence leant her head on her hand, and <strong>the</strong> answer<br />
was, as it were, t<strong>or</strong>n from her : "No, I believe that I have a<br />
BOUl."<br />
"<br />
Why?" said Grant, " why do you believe it ?"<br />
She looked at him "<br />
steadily. Because I feel it,''<br />
swered.<br />
she an-<br />
'"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,'<br />
Waa not spoken <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> soul."<br />
"Well, that is, perhaps, not <strong>the</strong> very safest ground <strong>of</strong> faith,<br />
but it will do f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> present. Now, listen to me. <strong>The</strong>se<br />
things are not intellectual views ; <strong>the</strong>y are facts, living real><br />
ties. If you hold <strong>the</strong>m as intellectual views merely, you don't<br />
believe <strong>the</strong>m ; but if you do believe <strong>the</strong>m, you must obey<br />
<strong>the</strong>m."<br />
" How ?" said Fl<strong>or</strong>ence.<br />
" How can I obey<br />
a fact ?"<br />
"In this way," he replied : "If <strong>the</strong>re is a God, he must be<br />
w<strong>or</strong>shipped. If He made you, He is your Master ; yes, you<br />
don't like <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>d, I see ; you shrink from it, it makes you<br />
angry. But it is not <strong>the</strong> less true f<strong>or</strong> that ; He is your Master,<br />
and holds you in His hand, and you must serve Him. And if<br />
you have a soul, an imm<strong>or</strong>tal soul, as you say you believe, you<br />
must care f<strong>or</strong> it as you care f<strong>or</strong> nothing else and ; this taking<br />
care <strong>of</strong> an imm<strong>or</strong>tal soul is a very serious business."<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was not ano<strong>the</strong>r w<strong>or</strong>d spoken f<strong>or</strong> several minutes ; at<br />
last Fl<strong>or</strong>ence raised her head from her hand, and in a timid,<br />
subdued tone, murmured, "Thank you." <strong>The</strong> duke nodded<br />
kindly to her, and she went away to <strong>the</strong> piano ; and to excuse<br />
her unusual silence, spent <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> evening singing<br />
Oswald some <strong>of</strong> his fav<strong>or</strong>ite songs.<br />
CIIAPTKB XL<br />
CAPITtrLATION.<br />
THE next m<strong>or</strong>ning when we met at breakfast Fl<strong>or</strong>ence was<br />
silent and abstracted. She abstained alike from provoking<br />
ret<strong>or</strong>t and audacious assertion, aud allowed Mr. Knowles to<br />
deal f<strong>or</strong>th much edifying talk without so much as a single con-<br />
tradiction ; nay, m<strong>or</strong>e, when Oswald rallied her on her uims<br />
taciturnity, she could find uotbiug m<strong>or</strong>e brilliant to say by<br />
<strong>of</strong> answer than that it was so hot.<br />
Plans f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> day were brought under discussion, includ<br />
a visit to Exdale Church, Mr. Knowles being desirous that<br />
questions in debate about <strong>the</strong> rest<strong>or</strong>ation should be settled<br />
<strong>the</strong> spot. Maiy good-naturedly consented to accompany h<br />
but Fl<strong>or</strong>ence pleaded a previous engagement. She was pledg<br />
she said, to esc<strong>or</strong>t Edward and <strong>the</strong> children on a fishing expi<br />
tion, and sh<strong>or</strong>tly after breakfast we saw <strong>the</strong>m depart iu<br />
pony-chaise, with a great array <strong>of</strong> baskets and fishing-re<br />
Fl<strong>or</strong>ence herself being <strong>the</strong> driver.<br />
Oswald had challenged <strong>the</strong> duke and myself to a ride over<br />
property. <strong>The</strong>re was much to examine and talk about j<br />
posed improvements, <strong>the</strong> repairing <strong>of</strong> farms and rebuilding<br />
cottages, on all which questions Grant was an auth<strong>or</strong>ity, i<br />
displayed his accustomed clear head and knowledge <strong>of</strong> busini<br />
It was late in <strong>the</strong> afternoon when we returned from our ri<br />
and on reaching <strong>the</strong> house, we found that <strong>the</strong> fishing party 1<br />
preceded us only by a few minutes, and were in <strong>the</strong> act <strong>of</strong><br />
Bcending from <strong>the</strong> pony-chaise.<br />
" What a la<strong>the</strong>r old Dobbin is in !" said Oswald.<br />
" W<br />
have you been doing with him, Fl<strong>or</strong>ry ?"<br />
" Dobbin was naughty, and ran away," said Mary.<br />
" He wouldn't have run," said Alexia, "if Aunt Fl<strong>or</strong>ry had<br />
given him <strong>the</strong> whip."<br />
"Naughty ponies deserve <strong>the</strong> whip," said Fl<strong>or</strong>ence. "Nj(<br />
be quick <strong>or</strong> you'll be late f<strong>or</strong> tea, and I shall get a scold<br />
from <strong>the</strong> nursery auth<strong>or</strong>ities," and <strong>the</strong> two little girls dial<br />
peared from <strong>the</strong> scene, Edward remaining behind to witn<br />
<strong>the</strong> departure <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> h<strong>or</strong>ses f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> stable. Bef<strong>or</strong>e she tun<br />
into <strong>the</strong> house, Fl<strong>or</strong>ence patted <strong>the</strong> old pony kindly, and mi<br />
much <strong>of</strong> him. I looked at her, suad I thought she looked p<br />
and agitated.<br />
Grant drew Edward aside. "Has anything been wrong ?"<br />
said. "Did old Dobbin really bolt ?"<br />
"It was Fl<strong>or</strong>ence made him," said Edward. "You see<br />
came home over <strong>the</strong> downs, and when we reached Baker's '.<br />
(that's where <strong>the</strong> road turns sharp<br />
<strong>of</strong>f from <strong>the</strong> cliff into '<br />
lane), a white donkey came out from <strong>the</strong> hedge, and start<br />
him, and he shied, and backed to <strong>the</strong> edge. So Fl<strong>or</strong>ence gi<br />
liiiti a sharp cut, and he set <strong>of</strong>f on a gallop, and Lexy called<br />
running away. He pulled up when he came to <strong>the</strong> hill, <<br />
Fl<strong>or</strong>ry turned round, and said : 'That was a close shave, ]<br />
ward ; were you frightened ?' And I was a little, you kni<br />
but I told her I had said a 'Hail Mary' and an 'Angel <strong>of</strong> Ck<br />
that we might not go over <strong>the</strong> cliff, and we didn't."<br />
"I see," said Grant, and he said no m<strong>or</strong>e.<br />
We all met in <strong>the</strong> drawing-room bef<strong>or</strong>e dinner.<br />
"How pale you look, Fl<strong>or</strong>ence," said Mary.<br />
"No wonder," said Oswald. "That very high-mettled sfe<br />
Dobbin, is rep<strong>or</strong>ted to have bolted with her."<br />
"Oh, it was only <strong>the</strong> childi-eu's nonsense," said Fl<strong>or</strong>er<br />
" Dobbin gave a stretch <strong>or</strong> two just after we pasjd<br />
Baker's Bit. and Alexia liked to call it running away. By<br />
by, Charley, I wonder you don't get posts <strong>or</strong> something pui<br />
<strong>the</strong>re <strong>the</strong> road ;<br />
goes amazingly near <strong>the</strong> "<br />
edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cliff.<br />
"<br />
Of course it does," said Oswald. " That's where<br />
baker's cart went down, h<strong>or</strong>se and all, so, at least, says<br />
Exdale tradition."<br />
"Well, I think you ought to prevent <strong>the</strong> butcher from f<strong>of</strong>l<br />
ing him," said Fl<strong>or</strong>ence and <strong>the</strong>re <strong>the</strong> matter ;<br />
dropped.<br />
Guests arrived, and we went to dinner. Fl<strong>or</strong>ence had<br />
her next do<strong>or</strong> neighb<strong>or</strong> an old gentleman who appeared tc<br />
prosy ; but she gave him her undivided attention, <strong>or</strong><br />
do so. F<strong>or</strong> all conversational purposes, however, she was<br />
tinguished, and I was left to speculate whe<strong>the</strong>r this result<br />
due to <strong>the</strong> achievements <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> duke <strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> Dobbin.<br />
During <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> evening, Grant had to receive and<br />
turn <strong>the</strong> attentions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> company invited to meet him.<br />
he was one who never f<strong>or</strong>got, and he watched his opp<strong>or</strong>tui<br />
At a convenient moment, when <strong>the</strong> buzz was general, be ft<br />
means to approach Fl<strong>or</strong>ry, and address her without obn<strong>or</strong>va'