Her brows contracted slightly. "Ah, you are good," she said. "You believe in God."
"So do you," he said, with quiet conviction.
Her lip quivered. "I believe He would help anyone like you, but—but He wouldn't bother Himself about me. There are too many others of the same sort."
Scott looked at her in genuine astonishment. "What a curious idea!" he said. "You don't really think that, do you?"
She nodded. "I can't help it. Life is such a maze of difficulties, and one has to face them all alone."
"You won't face yours alone," he said quickly.
She smiled rather piteously. "I've faced all the worst bits alone so far."
"I know," Scott said. "But you are through the worst now."
She shook her head doubtfully. "I'm afraid of life," she said.
He saw that she did not wish to pursue the subject and put it gently aside. "Shall we go in?" he said. "I should like to be at hand when Isabel wakes."