"I hope he will come," said Natalie, after awhile, "and that you will have your wish."
"That he will become religious? I pray for it, so it must come."
Natalie took her hand and held it. "And you believe that religion insures happiness?" She was willing to hold on to this topic.
"I know it. The peace of God which passeth understanding. Do not turn from it, Natalie."
"I do not. I am not a scoffer. I think that I, too, could love God, only I am densely ignorant."
"But you can be enlightened. Father Cameril——"
Natalie smiled. "I hardly think he would be the teacher I would choose. I would prefer you."
"To enlighten your ignorance! I am myself ignorant. I believe—I know no more." This sounded prettily from pretty lips, and Paula was honest; but, as a matter of fact, she had some theological pretensions, a truth which she for the moment forgot.
"How is that possible?" asked the infidel. "I could believe, if I knew."
"We cannot understand everything."