“Then we must always have lived, since eternity is a circle.”
“Why not, Isobel? That is what I was trying to say. Well, if we live eternally, we must live somewhere, perhaps in those planets, or others, which it would be a waste to keep empty.”
“I daresay—though Nature does not mind waste, or what seems to be waste. But why should you think of living eternally at all? Many people live a great deal too long as it is, and it is horrible to believe that they go on for ever.”
“You see they might grow to something splendid in the end, Isobel. You must not judge them by what they are now.”
“Oh! I know, the caterpillar and the butterfly, and all the rest of it.”
“The Bible”—continued Godfrey imperturbably—when she cut him short.
“Well, what of the Bible? How do you know that it is true?”
“Because I do know it, though the truth in it may be different for everyone. What is more, I know that one day you will agree with me.”
She looked at him curiously in the flashing way that was peculiar to her, for something in his tone and manner impressed her.
“Perhaps. I hope so, Godfrey, but at present I often feel as though I believed in nothing, except that I am I and you are you, and my father is—there he’s calling me. Goodbye,” and she was gone.