"No," he said, shaking his head. "I can't marry her. You see, Jane, although I love her, I know that Rosamund would not make a good wife for a missionary. She would not be happy in this work."
"But you don't have to become a missionary!" I said.
"Yes, I do. [-----2-----]! I will teach the Eastern people about the Christian religion, peace, and freedom. This is what I live and die for!"
"But what about Miss Oliver?" I asked. "She may be so unhappy if you leave."
"Jane, Miss Oliver will forget me in a month. I know this about her. She will marry someone who can make her much happier than I could."
"St. John, you speak calmly, but I know you're hurting."
"You are right," he said. "But believe me, I will never marry her. I will only serve God." As he picked up his hat before leaving, he looked at the drawing of Miss Oliver once more. Suddenly he stared at me, and then tore off a tiny piece of the drawing very quickly. With a "goodbye!" he ran out of the house. [-----3-----].