"A woman ought to feel that, without any explanation from me."
"It isn't the same thing, dear Robert. But I don't philosophize about
the distinction. At any rate a woman dreads her birthday only because
she is afraid of growing old, and there can be no question of that with
you. At your age a man is not old."
She smiled so strangely, as she said this. Or did it merely seem so to
Robert?
"Well, in any case Doctor Thiel is not of your opinion. He was as
disagreeable as a scrubbing-brush to-day. He gave me a serious moral
lecture with firstly, secondly, thirdly, and closed with an admonition
that I must play the dare-devil no longer, or to be more explicit, must
renounce love. That seemed to me very much wanting in taste."
"Indeed, Thiel told you that?" She had suddenly become extremely earnest
and attentive.
"Yes. And I consider that he entirely mistakes his vocation. When I
want preaching I'll apply to the theological faculty. From the medical
profession I expect strengthening. Thiel seems to confound salve with
sanctity. That is not treatment.
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