‘One must not be too logical with love, any more than with religion.’
‘Religion? Why, that is the most logical thing we know anything about!’
‘And yet people have differed very much in their opinions of it,’ said Greif with a smile.
‘Is it not logical that good people should go to heaven and bad people to hell?’ inquired Hilda calmly. ‘Religion would be illogical if it taught that sinners should all be saved and saints burnt in everlasting fire. How can you say it is not logical?’
‘It certainly cannot be said if one takes your view,’ Greif answered, laughing. ‘But then, if you look at love in the same way, you get the same result. People who love each other are happy and people who quarrel are not.’
‘Yes; but then, love does not only consist in not quarrelling.’
‘Nor religion in not being a sinner—but I am not sure—’ Greif interrupted himself. ‘Perhaps that is just what religion means.’
‘Then why cannot love mean something quite as simple?’
‘It seems simple enough to me. So long as we are everything to each other we shall understand it quite enough.’
‘Just so long—’