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A FIRST MEETING.
He took her hand, and felt it an honest one--a safe, comfortable
hand.
"My brother told me he had brought you," she said. "I am glad to see
you."
"You are very kind," said Donal. How did either of you know of my
existence? A few minutes back, I was not aware of yours."
Was it a rude utterance? He was silent a moment with the silence
that promises speech, then added--
"Has it ever struck you how many born friends there are in the world
who never meet--persons to love each other at first sight, but who
never in this world have that sight?"
"No," returned Miss Graeme, with a merrier laugh than quite
responded to the remark, "I certainly never had such a thought. I
take the people that come, and never think of those who do not. But
of course it must be so."
"To be in the world is to have a great many brothers and sisters you
do not know!" said Donal.
"My mother told me," she rejoined, "of a man who had had so many
wives and children that his son, whom she had met, positively did
not know all his brothers and sisters."
"I suspect," said Donal, "we have to know our brothers and sisters."
"I do not understand."
"We have even got to feel a man is our brother the moment we see
him," pursued Donal, enhancing his former remark.
"That sounds alarming!" said Miss Graeme, with another laugh. "My
little heart feels not large enough to receive so many."
"The worst of it is," continued Donal, who once started was not
ready to draw rein, "that those who chiefly advocate this extension
of the family bonds, begin by loving their own immediate relations
less than anybody else. Extension with them means slackening--as if
any one could learn to love more by loving less, or go on to do
better without doing well! He who loves his own little will not
love others much."
"But how can we love those who are nothing to us?" objected Miss
Graeme.
"That would be impossible. The family relations are for the sake of
developing a love rooted in a far deeper though less recognized
relation.--But I beg your pardon, Miss Graeme. Little Davie alone
is my pupil, and I forget myself."
"I am very glad to listen to you," returned Miss Graeme. "I cannot
say I am prepared to agree with you. But it is something, in this
out-of-the-way corner, to hear talk from which it is even worth
while to differ."
"Ah, you can have that here if you will!"
"Indeed!"
"I mean talk from which you would probably differ. There is an old
man in the town who can talk better than ever I heard man before.
But he is a poor man, with a despised handicraft, and none heed
him. No community recognizes its great men till they are gone."
"Where is the use then of being great?" said Miss Graeme.
"To be great," answered Donal, "--to which the desire to be known of
men is altogether destructive. To be great is to seem little in the
eyes of men."
Miss Graeme did not answer. She was not accustomed to consider
things seriously. A good girl in a certain true sense, she had
never yet seen that she had to be better, or indeed to be anything.
But she was able to feel, though she was far from understanding
him, that Donal was in earnest, and that was much. To recognize
that a man means something, is a great step towards understanding
him.
"What a lovely garden this is!" remarked Donal after the sequent
pause. "I have never seen anything like it."
"It is very old-fashioned," she returned. "Do you not find it very
stiff and formal?"
"Stately and precise, I should rather say."
"I do not mean I can help liking it--in a way."
"Who could help liking it that took his feeling from the garden
itself, not from what people said about it!"
"You cannot say it is like nature!"
"Yes; it is very like human nature. Man ought to learn of nature,
but not to imitate nature. His work is, through the forms that
Nature gives him, to express the idea or feeling that is in him.
That is far more likely to produce things in harmony with nature,
than the attempt to imitate nature upon the small human scale."
"You are too much of a philosopher for me!" said Miss Graeme. "I
daresay you are quite right, but I have never read anything about
art, and cannot follow you."
"You have probably read as much as I have. I am only talking out of
what necessity, the necessity for understanding things, has made me
think. One must get things brought together in one's thoughts, if
only to be able to go on thinking."
This too was beyond Miss Graeme. The silence again fell, and Donal
let it lie, waiting for her to break it this time.
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