“Whatever brought her there?” asked Christian.
David shook his head.
“I expect it was either the Lord or the Devil,” he said. “Let us ask Him more earnestly to bring her out of the slough on the right side.”
“Did you see me in All Hallows this morning?” asked Countess abruptly, as they sat beside the fire that night. The children were in bed, and Olaf lying on the hearth.
“Ay, I did,” replied Christian; and her tone added—“to my surprise.”
“What are those things for there?”
“What things?”
“A number of dolls, all painted and gilt.”
“Do you mean the holy images?”
“I mean the images. I don’t believe in the holiness.”