"But he has faith, mother—of some kind."
"I am not judging him, my child, and neither your father nor I would ever criticise your husband to you. Your happiness was set on him, and we can only pray from our hearts that he will prove worthy of your love. He is very lovable, and I am sure that he has fine, generous traits. Your father has been completely won over by him."
"He likes me to be religious, mother. He says the church has cultivated the loveliest type of woman the world has ever seen."
"Then by fulfilling that ideal you will please him best."
"I shall try to be just what you have been to father—just as unselfish, just as devoted."
"I have made many mistakes, Jinny, but I don't think I have ever failed in love—not in love, at least."
Then the pain passed out of her eyes, and because it was impossible for her to look on any fact in life except through the transfiguring idealism with which the ages had endowed her, she became immediately convinced that everything, even the unsettling of Oliver's opinions, had been arranged for the best. This assurance was the more solacing because it was the result, not of external evidence, but of that instinctive decision of temperament which breeds the deepest conviction of all.
"Love is the only thing that really matters, isn't it, mother?"
"A pure and noble love, darling. It is a woman's life. God meant it so."
"You are so good! If I can only be half as good as you are."