“But, Netherby,” she said simply, “I thought everyone had known suffering.”
“No, thank God,” said he.
“Only women?” she asked.
“No—it isn’t a matter of man or woman. Only God’s aristocracy are crucified,” he said. “Only a few suffer so.”
She looked into the beyond; a smile ran round the serious little lips:
“I am glad to hear that,” she said.
And she added after a while:
“I shall sleep better now.”
Netherby turned in his chair and looked at the child solemnly:
“Come here, little woman,” he said.