She bent her head, stroking the brown hand on her knee. She did not know that she was stroking it. The action was purely instinctive.
"You could use your influence for him with the natives."
His vivid blue eyes rested rather anxiously on her face. He sat up a little and drew her restlessly caressing hand into a strong grip.
"I couldn't do that, Anne."
"Not even for me?"
"I'd do most things for you—chuck my work even. But as long as it is my work, I've got to do it as I think right."
"Isn't it right to help people to be better and happier?"
"Of course. Only it doesn't seem to me that smashing their faith is going to help them."
"We can give them a better faith——"
He shook his head.