Perigal's eyes glittered, a manifestation which Mavis noticed.
"You know how you used to laugh at my belief in Providence."
"Is that how you want me to help?"
"If you will."
Perigal's face fell.
"Fire away," he said, as he lit a cigarette.
Mavis told him something of her perplexities.
"I want to see things clearly. I want to find out exactly where I am. Everything's so confusing and contradictory. I shan't be really happy till I know what I really and truly believe."
"How can I help you? You have to believe what you do believe."
"But why do I believe what I do believe?"