“Since I saw you,” he said, “I have thought a great deal—of the subject of our conversation.”
“I have been t'ying to think,” she said in a confirmatory tone, as if she had co-operated.
“My faith in God grows,” he said.
She glowed. Her lips fell apart. She flamed attention.
“But it grows less like the faith of the church, less and less. I was born and trained in Anglicanism, and it is with a sort of astonishment I find myself passing now out of every sort of Catholicism—seeing it from the outside....”
“Just as one might see Buddhism,” she supplied.
“And yet feeling nearer, infinitely nearer to God,” he said.
“Yes,” she panted; “yes.”
“I thought if one went out, one went out just to doubt and darkness.”
“And you don't?”