“Oh yes! But why must I cross myself on that account?”
“In respect to Him!” exclaimed Eularia.
“Pardon me. If one whom I loved were slain by the sword, I should not courtesy to every sword I saw, because I loved him. I should hate the very sight of one.”
Eularia was scarcely less puzzled than Beatrice.
“It is the symbol of our salvation,” she said.
“I should look on it rather as the symbol of His suffering.”
“True: but He suffered for us.”
“For which reason I should still less admire that which made Him suffer.”
Eularia shrugged her shoulders.
“Thou art very ignorant.”