And in fact, as long as Mona lived with her cousin, she was constrained to answer to the appellation of "my dear."
"My dear," said Rachel now, "I don't think I ever heard what church you belong to."
Mona started. "I was brought up in the Church of England," she said.
"Surely your father never belonged to the Church of England?"
"He usually attended the church service out in India with my mother. I don't think he considered himself, strictly speaking, a member of any individual church, although he was a very religious man."
"Ay. I've heard that he wasn't exactly sound."
"I fancy he would be considered absolutely sound now-a-days,—
'For in this windy world,
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.'"
Rachel looked puzzled. "Oh!" she said with sudden comprehension. "No, no, you mustn't say that. Truth is always the same."
"From the point of view of Deity, no doubt; but to us poor 'minnows in the creek' every wave is practically a fresh creation."