“And of any lack of faith?”
“Oh, as for that, how can—but don’t let’s speak of that. What can it matter now?”
“It matters more than anything else in the world. If only you could say that you will have faith!”
“I’ll try to say it then, if it can give you any comfort.”
“Not unless you mean it.”
“Then—I’ll try to mean it. Will that satisfy you?”
“It’s better than nothing. And I thank you again. As for the rest, you’re not to be anxious. Everything will come right for me sooner or later, though I may have to suffer some annoyances first.”
“Annoyances?” I echoed. “If there were nothing worse!”
“There won’t be. I shall be well defended. It will all be shown up as a huge mistake—another warning against trusting to circumstantial evidence.”
“Is there nothing we can do then? Or—that we would urge others to do?” I asked, hoping he would understand that I meant one other—Maxine de Renzie.