“Yes, I am. Who gave me the books? Sometimes one person, sometimes another here in the town.”
“Volokov borrowed these books.”
“Perhaps so, I had them from professors.”
The thought flashed through Raisky’s head that there might be other professors of the same kind as Monsieur Charles. But he merely asked what were the views of Nikolai Ivanovich on Spinoza and these other writers.
“He says.” replied Vera, “that these writings are the efforts of bold minds to evade the truth; they have beaten out for themselves side paths which must in the end unite with the main road. He says too, that all these attempts serve the cause of truth, in that the truth shines out with greater splendour in the end.”
“But he does not tell you where truth lies?”
By way of answer she pointed to the little chapel now in sight.
“And you think he is right?”
“I don’t think, I believe. And don’t you also believe he is right.”
He agreed, and she asked him why, that being so, he had asked her.