"And is not hardness a sign of something in a stone, and heat of something in fire? And are not deeds the sign of some quality in a man's soul, and the expressions of his face signs of emotions of his heart?"
"They are."
"So that by his gait and gestures each man says: 'I am a farmer—a quack—a Quaker—a soldier—a priest'?"
"This, too, is true."
"Why, then, should not the character and destiny of the man disclose itself in signs and marks upon his hands?"
David was too much astonished by these words to answer. They revealed a mental power which he had not even suspected her of possessing. He discovered that while she was as ignorant as a child in the realms of thought to which she had been unaccustomed, in her sphere of experience and reflection she was both shrewd and deep.
"You have thought much about this matter," he said.
"Too much, perhaps."
"It is deeper than I knew."
"And so is everything deeper than we know. Tell me, if you can, why it is that having met you I have lost faith in my art, and having met me you have lost faith in your religion."