Volume II Part 20 (1/2)
Julia again kissed and caressed her, not without some tears.
”I know,” she said; ”it is like Mr. Rhys, and it is like you; and I don't believe it is like anybody else.”
”Shall it be like you, Julia?”
”Yes, Eleanor, yes! I will never forget it. O Eleanor, are you sure you are not going to Rythdale?”
”What makes you ask me?”
”Why everybody thinks so, and everybody says so; and you--you are with Mr. Carlisle all the time, talking to him.”
”I have so many thoughts to put into his head,” said Eleanor gravely.
”What are you so busy with him about?”
”Parliament business. It is for the poor of London, Julia. Mr. Carlisle is preparing a bill to bring into the House of Commons, and I know more about the matter than he does; and so he comes to me.”
”Don't you think he is glad of his ignorance?” said Julia shrewdly.
Eleanor leaned her head on her hand and looked thoughtfully down.
”What do you give him thoughts about?”
”My poor boys would say, 'lots of things.' I have to convince Mr.
Carlisle that it would cost the country less to reform than to punish these poor children, and that reforming them is impossible unless we can give them enough to keep them from starvation; and that the common prison is no place for them; and then a great many questions besides these and that spring out of these have to be considered and talked over. And it is important beyond measure; and if I should let it alone,--the whole might fall to the ground. There are two objections now in Mr. Carlisle's mind--or in other people's minds--to one thing that ought to be done, and must be done; and I must shew Mr. Carlisle how false the objections are. I have begun; I must go through with it.
The whole might fall to the ground if I took away my hand; and it would be such an incalculable blessing to thousands and thousands in this dreadful place--”
”Do you think London is a dreadful place?” said Julia doubtfully.
”There are very few here who stand 'like them that wait for their Lord,'”--said Eleanor, her face taking a yearning look of thoughtfulness.
”There aren't anywhere, _I_ don't believe. Eleanor--aren't you happy?”
”Yes!”
”You don't always look--just--so.”
”Perhaps not. But to live for Jesus makes happy days--be sure of that, Julia; however the face looks.”
”Are you bothered about Mr. Carlisle?”
”What words you use!” said Eleanor smiling. ”'Bother,' and 'scratchy.'
No, I am not bothered about him--I am a little troubled sometimes.”
”What's the difference?”
”The difference between seeing one's way clear, and not seeing it; and the difference between having a hand to take care of one, and not having it.”
”Well why do you talk to him so much, if he troubles you?” said Julia, rea.s.sured by her sister's smile.