"But it is possible to remain on the stage and lead a virtuous life."
"You have told me yourself that such a thing isn't possible; from your own mouth I have it."
Evelyn did not answer, but stood looking at the prelate, biting her lips, annoyed, finding herself in a dilemma.
"The motive is everything, Monsignor. I was speaking then of the stage as a vanity, as a glorification of self."
"The motive is different, but the temptations remain the same."
"I'm afraid I can't agree with you. The temptation is in oneself, not in the stage, and when oneself has changed… and then many things have happened."
"You are reconciled to the Church, it is true, and have received the
Sacraments—"
"More than that, Monsignor, more than that." But it was a long time before he could persuade her to tell him. "You don't believe in miracles?"
"My dear child, my dear child!"
After that it was impossible to keep herself from speaking, and she told how, at Thornton Grange, in the middle of the night, she had heard the nuns singing the Veni Creator.