' 'Quite so,' he
answered me with the utmost coolness, 'Your forty years--or your
sixty years, are a Moment merely;--the Moment will pass--and you
will find another Moment coming which will explain the one which has
just gone. Nothing is simpler.' And when I ask him which will be the
best Moment,--the one that goes, or the one that comes--he says that
I am making the coming Moment for myself--'which is so satisfactory'
he adds with that bright smile of his, 'because of course you will
make it pleasant!' 'Il faut que tout homme trouve pour lui meme une
possibilite particuliere de vie superieure dans l'humble et
inevitable realite quotidienne.' I do not find the 'possibilite
particuliere'--but this man assures me it is because I do not
trouble to look for it. What do you think about it?" Angela's eyes
were full of dreamy musing.
"I think Mr. Leigh's ideas are beautiful," she said, slowly, "I have
often heard him talk on the subject of religion--and of art, and of
work,--and all he says seems to be the expression of a noble and
sincere mind. He is extraordinarily gifted."
"Yes,--and he is becoming rather an alarming personage in England,
so I hear,--" returned the Abbe--"He writes books that are
distinctly dangerous, because true.
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