If you saw a design started by a lace-maker, you would not think of taking the work and attempting to complete it until you had learned the art of lace-making.

Just so you ought not to think of developing the wonderful intricacies of a child’s mind until you have learned how.

It is all right to deliberately choose a vocation which gives us contact only with inanimate things, but we have no right to take the handling of human souls unless we are specially fitted for the task.

To Clarence St. Claire

Regarding His Sister’s Betrothal

Your request, my dear Clarence, that I try to influence your sister to change her determination in this matter, calls for some very plain statements from me.

I have known you and Elise since you were playing with marbles and rattles, and your mother and I have been very good acquaintances (scarcely intimate enough to be called friends) for more than a score of years.  You are very much like your mother, both in exterior appearance and in mind.  Elise is the image of her father at the time he captured your mother’s romantic fancy, and as I recollect him when he died.

You were five years old, Elise three, at that time.  Your mother lived with your father six years in months, an eternity in experience.  You know that she was unhappy, and that he disillusioned her with love, and almost with life.  He married your mother solely for her fortune.  She was a sweet and beautiful girl, of excellent family, but your father had no qualities of mind or soul which enabled him to appreciate or care for any woman, save as she could be of use to him, socially and financially.

In six years he managed to dispose of all but a mere pittance of her fortune, and humiliated her in a thousand ways besides.  His only decent act was to die and leave her undisturbed for the remainder of her life.  Your uncle assisted in her support and saved the remnant of her property, so that she has, by careful and rigorous economy, been able to educate you and Elise, and keep up a respectable appearance in a quiet way.

Of course it was impossible to retain her place among the associates of her better days, and you know how bitter this fact has always made Elise.  Your sister has the physical beauty and the overwhelming love of money and power which characterized your father.  She has a modicum of your mother’s sense of honour, but has been reared in a way not calculated to develop much strength of character.  Your mother has been a slave to your sister.  Elise is incapable of a deep, intense love for any man, and your mother’s pessimistic ideas of love and marriage have still further acted upon her brain cells and atrophied whatever impulses may have been latent in her nature, to love and be loved.  These qualities might have been developed had Elise been under the tutelage of some one versed in the science of brain building, but your