“Denis,” replied the innocent girl, “you sometimes speak that I can undherstand you; but you oftener spake in a way that I can hardly make out what you say.  If it’s a thing that my love for you, or the solemn promise that passed between us, would stand in your light, or prevint you from higher things as a priest, I am willing to—­to—­to give you up, whatever I may suffer.  But you know yourself, that you brought me on from time to time undher your promise, that nothing would ever lead you to lave me in sorrow an’ disappointment.  Still, I say, that—­But, Denis, is it thrue that you could lave me for anything?”

The innocent confidence in his truth expressed by the simplicity of her last question, staggered the young candidate; that is to say, her words, her innocence, and her affection sank deeply into his heart.

“Susan,” he replied, “to tell the blessed truth, I am fairly dilemma’d.  My heart is in your favor; but—­but—­hem—­you don’t know the prospect that is open to me.  You don’t know the sin of keeping back such a—­a—­a—­galaxy as I am from the church.  I say you don’t know the sin of it.  That’s the difficulty.  If it was a common case it would be nothing! but to keep back a person like me—­a rara avis in terris—­from the priesthood, is a sin that requires a great dale of interest with the Pope to have absolved.”

“Heaven above forgive me!” exclaimed the artless girl.  “In that case I wouldn’t for the riches of the wide earth stand between you and.  God.  But I didn’t know that before, Denis; and if you had tould me, I think, sooner than get into sich a sin I’d struggle to keep down my love for you, even although my heart should break.”

“Poor darling,” said Denis, taking her passive hand in his, “and would it go so hard with you?  Break your heart!  Do you love me so well as that, Susan?”

Susan’s eyes turned on him for a moment, and the tears which his question drew forth gave it a full and a touching reply.  She uttered not a word, but after a few deep sobs wiped her eyes, and endeavored to compose her feelings.

Denis felt the influence of her emotions; he remained silent for a short time, during which, however, ambition drew in the background all those dimly splendid visions that associate themselves with the sacerdotal functions, in a country where the people place no bounds to the spiritual power of their pastors.

“Susan,” said he, after a pause, “do you know the difference between a Christian and a hathen?”

“Between a Christian an’ a hathen?  Why aren’t hathens all sinners?”

“Very right.  Faith, Susan, you would have shone at the classics.  You see dilecta cordis mei, or, cordi meo, for either is good grammar—­you see, Susan, the difference between a Christian and a hathen is this:—­ a Christian bears disappointments, with fortitude—­with what is denominated Christian fortitude; whereas, on the contrary, a hathen doesn’t bear disappointments at all.  Now, Susan, it would cut me to the heart to find that you would become a hathen on this touching and trying occasion.”