"He's chapel too," he said.
Her eyes became ironical.
"Yes," she answered. "He's a good man though. You'll be church, I suppose. Manor-house always is."
Mr. Trupp shook his head forcibly.
"I'm an agnostic," he replied. The word, recently coined by Huxley, was on the lips of all the young men of Science of the day. "That's a kind of honest heathen," he added, seeing she did not understand.
She nodded at him with a gleam of almost merry malice.
"Hope for the best and fear the worst sort," she said. "I know em."
Then she returned to her subject, and her face became grave and sweet again.
"I'm due in April," she said.
"That's the right time," he answered. "All children should be born in the spring. Then they're greeted with a song—because Nature wants em; and they've got the summer before them to get established in. I'll come and look you up in a day or two."