Fan murmured softly.
“That is just it. She has had some troubles, also.”
“Indeed she has,” returned mamma, “Losses, deaths and trials. But now she has gone out of her own life. Her perceptions are so quick, tender and unerring. She seems to discern from afar off the needs and wants of human souls and ministers gently to your own thought, not hers.”
“What is it, Mrs. Endicott?”
Mamma answered with a smile and said it all. She often talked with the expressions of her face in that sweet instantaneous manner, explaining a subject better than many words would have done.
“I begin to believe that religion has something in it. There is a point beyond natural amiability.”
“Have you been doubting?”
He blushed and laughed in an embarrassed, school-boy fashion.
“I don’t know that I have exactly doubted, but I have not believed in any vital way. Still I considered myself a Christian gentleman until very recently.”
“And what then?”