“You’re not,” she said, and dropped her voice, “an infidel?”
Lewisham nodded gloomily. “Aren’t you?” he said.
“Oh no,” said Mrs. Lewisham.
“But you don’t go to church, you don’t—”
“No, I don’t,” said Mrs. Lewisham; and then with more assurance, “But I’m not an infidel.”
“Christian?”
“I suppose so.”
“But a Christian—What do you believe?”
“Oh! to tell the truth, and do right, and not hurt or injure people and all that.”
“That’s not a Christian. A Christian is one who believes.”