Emily shrugged her shoulders. “What does it matter?” she said. “Caste is never made by the man who looks down, but always by the man who looks up.”
“But it is evil. It is a sin against God. It——”
“I do not wish to dispute with you,” interrupted Emily. “But let us not disturb God in his heaven. We are talking of earth.”
“You do not believe in God?” He looked at her in astonishment.
“Do you?”
“I—I think I do. I assume God. Without Him, life would be—monstrous.”
“Yet the most of the human race lives without Him. And of those who profess to believe in Him, no two have the same idea of Him. Your God is a democrat. The Englishman’s God is an autocrat and a snob.”
“And your God?”
Emily’s face grew sad. “Mine? The God that I see behind all the mischance and stupidity and misery of this world—is—” She shook her head. “I don’t know,” she ended vaguely.
“It seems strange that a woman so womanly—looking as you do, should feel and talk thus.”