"That spoils all, Mr. Woodrow."
"Call me Hilary, or I'll not go on. There's one more thing you must remember—in fairness to me. All good comes from God—doesn't it? Grant Daniel is right about a God, and you'll grant all good comes from Him."
"Why can't you say that good things come out of us ourselves? So you have said before to-day."
"And so I say again. But we must think with your husband's mind over this. If I lift him up a bit—what then?"
"He'll thank God for certain."
"Exactly. He'll be the better for advancement—body and soul. He's got a bit peevish of late. Success will sweeten him and make him a gentler man."
"He feels he's not made enough of at Ruddyford."
"Well, I promote him. I answer his prayers."
"And perhaps his God will pay you well. For Dan's very likely right."
"That's the point—I'm coming to that. I expect no payment—not from God; because I happen to know that God is an idea and not a fact. Therefore——"