"Dear Lady Ardingly," she said, "why do you say these things? I suppose my nature is not to fidget. I suppose, also, that the pleasures you refer to do not seem to me immensely attractive. I suppose I happen to be simple and not complex."
"Ah! that is not all," said the other. "Those are only little accidents."
Marie let her eyes wander a moment, then looked straight at Lady Ardingly.
"I believe in God," she said.