`` My congregation is a large one and I can not visit all my people as often as I might wish , '' Alan answered , all the more coldly for the personal note in her tone . `` A minister 's time is not his own , you know . '' `` Shall you be going to see the Olivers ? '' asked Isabel bluntly . `` I have not considered that question . Good-night , Miss King . '' On his way back to the manse Alan did consider the question . Should he make any attempt to establish friendly relations with the residents of Four Winds ? It surprised him to find how much he wanted to , but he finally concluded that he would not . They were not adherents of his church and he did not believe that even a minister had any right to force himself upon people who plainly wished to be let alone . When he got home , although it was late , he went to his study and began work on a new text -- for Elder Trewin 's seemed utterly out of the question . Even with the new one he did not get on very well . At last in exasperation he leaned back in his chair . Why ca n't I stop thinking of those Four Winds people ? Here , let me put these haunting thoughts into words and see if that will lay them . That girl had a beautiful face but a cold one . Would I like to see it lighted up with the warmth of her soul set free ? Yes , frankly , I would . She looked upon me with indifference . Would I like to see her welcome me as a friend ?
I have a conviction that I would , although no doubt everybody in my congregation would look XXXXX her as a most unsuitable friend for me .
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