“You’re all right—you’ll come out all right. You’re one of those strong-minded people who have to go through a period of doubt.”
“But, my dear,” said Miriam grateful and proud, “I feel such a humbug. You know when I wrote that letter to the Fräulein I said I was a member of the Church. I know what it will be, I shall have to take the English girls to church.”
“Oh, well, you won’t mind that.”
“It will make me simply ill—I could never describe to you,” said Miriam, with her face aglow, “what it is to me to hear some silly man drone away with an undistributed middle term.”
“They’re not all like that.”
“Oh, well, then it will be ignoratio elenchi or argumentum ad hominem——”
“Oh, yes, but they’re not the service.”
“The service I can’t make head or tail of—think of the Athanasian.”
“Yes.” Eve stirred uneasily and began to execute a gentle scale with her tiny tightly-knit blue and white hand upon her knee.
“It’ll be ghastly,” continued Miriam, “not having anyone to pour out to—I’ve told you such a lot these last few days.”