“And did you know that when you promised to be his wife?” he asked, with a scrupulous desire to be absolutely fair.
“Yes,” said she.
“Then, what are his religious opinions?” asked he, still scrupulous. “Does he believe in God?”
“No.”
“And you knew that all along?”
“I knew it on the day when, I think, I began to love him,” she said.
A sudden, superficial flow of bitterness, just as a light breeze will ruffle the surface of some huge wave, passed over her father.
“For that reason?” he asked.
Helen looked at him in amazement.
“I did not know you could have asked me that,” she said.