"Yet he is a handsome fellow."

"And I am so plain，you see，Die. We should never suit."

"plain! You? Not at all. You are much too pretty，as well as too good，to be grilled alive in Calcutta." And again she earnestly conjured me to give up all thoughts of going out with her brother.

"I must indeed," I said; "for when just now I repeated the offer of serving him for a deacon，he expressed himself shocked at my want of decency. He seemed to think I had mitted an impropriety in proposing to acpany him unmarried: as if I had not from the first hoped to find in him a brother，and habitually regarded him as such."

"What makes you say he does not love you，Jane?"

"You should hear himself on the subject. He has again and again explained that it is not himself，but his office he wishes to mate. He has told me I am formed for labour- not for love: which is true，no doubt. But，in my opinion，if I am not formed for love，it follows that I am not formed for marriage. Would it not be strange，Die，to be chained for life to a man who regarded one but as a useful tool?"

"Insupportable- unnatural- out of the question!"

"And then," I continued，"though I have only sisterly affection for him now，yet，if forced to be his wife，I can imagine the possibility of conceiving an inevitable，strange，torturing kind of love for him，because he is so talented; and there is often a certain heroic grandeur in his look，manner，and conversation. In that case，my lot would bee unspeakably wretched. He would not want me to love him; and if I showed the feeling，he would make me sensible that it was a superfluity，unrequired by him，unbeing in me. I know he would."

"And yet St. John is a good man," said Diana.