"Oh, dear—this is like a catechism—from God, of course."
"The God that made Adam?"
"Certainly."
"Oh, yes—now I seem to remember him—he was supposed to make people, and then curse them, wasn't he? And so he had to have his son killed before he could forgive Adam for our sins?"
"No; before he could forgive us for Adam's sin, which descended to us."
"Came down like an entail, eh?... Adam couldn't disinherit us? Well, how did this God have his son die?"
"Why, Bernal—you must remember, dear—you knew so well—don't you know he was crucified?"
"To be sure I do—how stupid! And was God very cheerful after that? No more trouble about Adam or anything?"
"You must hush—I can't tell you about these things —wait till your grandfather comes."
"No, I want to have it from you, Nance—grandad would think I'd been slighting the classics."