"She might well be," was the answer. There was a brief silence, then the visitor continued: "So Phil is something of a bone of contention between you and his father?"
"It is our only difference. Yet it can scarcely even be called that, because it is a fact that we haven't the money to give him the start he should have."
Mrs. Fabian looked at her cousin curiously.
"So this new calmness of yours—this repose. It is resignation, at least, if not despair."
Mary Sidney smiled at the fire. "No," she returned, "I told you. It is faith."
"Religion?"
"Yes, religion. Not the sort of ideas we were brought up in, Isabel. Something quite different."
"What is it, then? Where did you find it?"
"It found me."