‘Why should you take any trouble about me?’ said Nancy. ‘I can do nothing for you in return.’
‘You can.’
She looked anxiously at him, for his voice sounded ominous.
‘What?’
‘You can acknowledge that you never did me justice.’
‘It’s true that I didn’t,’ she answered languidly; speaking as though the concession mattered little.
Barmby brightened. His hands were upon his knees; he raised his chin, and smiled at vacancy.
‘You thought me unworthy of you. You can confess to me that you were mistaken.’
‘I didn’t know you as I do now,’ fell from the expressionless lips.
‘Thank you for saying that! Well, then, your anxiety is at an end. You are not in the hands of a mercenary enemy, but of a man whose principles forbid him to do anything ignoble, who has an ideal of life, the result of much study and thought. You have never heard me speak about religion, but you would be gravely mistaken if you thought I had no religious convictions. Some day I shall treat that subject before our Society, and it is probable that my views will give rise to a good deal of discussion. I have formed a religion for myself; when I write my essay, I think I shall call it “The Religion of a Man of Business.” One of the great evils of the day is the vulgar supposition that commerce has nothing to do with religious faith. I shall show how utterly wrong that is. It would take too long to explain to you my mature views of Christianity. I am not sure that I recognise any of the ordinary dogmas; I think I have progressed beyond them. However, we shall have many opportunities of talking about these things.’