“I suppose so; but in the presence of death faith falters.”
“I know; but I think that is when it should be strongest and clearest, that is when we should feel that whatever else is unreal and false, this is certain and true.”
Morris bowed his head in assent, and there was silence for a while.
“I am afraid that Miss Porson must feel this very much,” Stella said presently.
“Yes, she seems quite crushed. She was his only living child, you know.”
“Are you not going to join her?”
“No, I cannot; she has gone into a convent for a month, near Beaulieu, and I am afraid the Sisters would not let me through their gates.”
“Is she a Catholic?”
“Not at all, but an old friend of hers holds some high position in the place, and she has taken a fancy to be quiet there for a while.”
“It is very natural,” answered Stella, and nothing more was said upon the subject.