It had to come. Men were no wiser than that. To make this of the land! One Cain, as your father says.
Bridget:
It's as though life were different, suddenly. Do you feel it, grandmother?
Mrs. Cromwell:
I know. There are times when wrath comes, and beauty is forgotten. But it must be.
Bridget
(from the letter):
"This is God's service, and all must be given,"
Mrs. Cromwell:
Yes. Even that.