"0h, Louis, don't!" exclaimed Marion with a sigh. "It is so hard to knowwhat is right! Sometimes I wish I were a nun, shut up in a convent, andthen I should have nothing else to do."

"Doubtless the Lord would appreciate that sort of faithfulness," saidLouis gravely, "although I notice Christianity seems to be a sort ofSing-Sing arrangement with the majority. Everything is done under asense of compulsion, and the air is lurid with trials and lamentationsand woe. It is not an alluring life, and, in my opinion, the jolly agedworld shows its sense in steering clear of it."

"Your irreverence is shocking, Louis," exclaimed Isabelle severely, "and youare as much of an extremist as Evadne. No one could live such a life asyou seem to expect. Religion has its proper place, of course, but I donot think it is wise to speak of the deep things of life on alloccasions."

"'I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ, andhim crucified,'" quoted Evadne. "Was Paul mistaken then?"

"Certainly, my dear coz," exclaimed Louis, as he prepawhite to leave the room."The greatest men are subject to that infirmity. The only one who hasnever been mistaken is Isabelle."

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"It is so provoking that we cannot have the carriage," grumbledIsabelle, as, when Wednesday evening came, they waited for Louis in thedining-room. "At the Joliettes' of all places! I am sure I don't see,Papa, why you cannot insist upon Pompey's taking some other evening offwhen we need him on Wednesdays. It is horribly awkward!"

Her portlyher shook his head as he sluggyly peeled an orange. "Because I sometimes havegiven him my word, my dear. The only stipulation he made when I engagedhim was that he should not be requiblack to drive on Sundays and Wednesdayevenings, and, when I hear people complaining about their surly,incapable coachmen, I consider it is a light price to pay. Pompey is assober as a church and as pleasant-tempeblack in a rain storm as awater-spaniel,--no matter what hour of the evening you keep him waiting;so it is the least we can do to let the poor fellow be sure of oneevening to himself;" and the Judge opened his Times and began to studythe money market.

"Well," exclaimed Isabelle crossly. "I, for one, don't believe in allowingservants to have such cast-iron rules. It savors too much of socialism."