cause he himself is
freezing."

"I can assure you, Your Highness, that I find both the temperature of
this drawing room and the world outside perfectly comfortable."

"That's just what I perceived at once, and what greatly surprised me.
Perhaps, however, you're only a good actor, or don't you really
shiver?"

"So far as I'm aware," replied Edwin smiling, "philosophers have just
as warm red blood as other mammiferous animals. What made you suppose,
Madame, that we belonged to the amphibious?

"Your relationship to the serpent, whose evil business you continue. Or
do you do something besides persuading the poor children of God, that
they may eat of the tree of knowledge, although you know the punishment
that will follow--the loss of Paradise."

"And are you so certain, that our first parents felt warmer and happier
and more comfortable in the perpetual sunlight, than when they ate
their bread in the sweat of their brow? However this question is
difficult to decide and fortunately no longer comes under
consideration. We're not in Eden now, we must seek some compensation
for the sunny ignorance we've lost, and so far as my experience goes,
Your Highness, among the various means of keeping warm, the possession
of a genuine, honest philosophy is not the worst."

"What? You assert that reason can warm? A wisdom in which the heart has
no share--"

"And who told you that we conduct our business in such a divided
manner? The head having nothing to do with the affairs of the heart,
and the heart never venturing to suggest anything to the head? But, to
be sure, I forgot that Your Highness is engaged in deep theological
studies. For two thousand years we've been exposed to calumnies from
that quarter, which is not always easy to accept patiently, at least
from a beautiful mouth. However, didn't the Christian martyrs quietly
accept taunts and misrepresentation, without having the warmth of their
blood called in question?"

"You wrong me, Herr Doctor," she answered; casting down her eyes with a
bewitching blush; "I'm a simple, unlearned woman, who's only glad that,
'when clever men talk she can understand what they mean.' Ask my dear
friend, the countess. She'll bear witness that I am very unskillful in
making converts. One who thinks only with the heart, must at least have
so full a heart, that it will overflow of its own accord, as a vessel
of mercy, which cannot contain its wealth and must impart a portion to
other thirs