“But other men have eyes.”
“Their gaze will not disturb the serenity of our love, because it will be built on oneness of ideal, hope, faith, taste and work.”
“And yet dark hair loves the blond, and blue eyes hunger for the brown. It’s an old trick Nature has played before, Frank.”
“Well, we are going to show you a miracle, and you are coming with us by and by and be a deacon in this Church of the Son of Man.”
Overman drew his straight bushy brow down over his one eye until it looked like the gleam of a lighthouse through the woods, turned his head sideways, peered at his friend and growled:
“Well, you are a fool!”
“I have faith that will remove mountains.”
“You’ll need it. I’ve been waiting for a church in New York broad enough to invite the devil to join. I’ll come when it’s ready.”
“Good. We’ll give you a welcome.”
Overman grunted, and gazed into the fire with his single eye, frowning and twisting the muscles of his mouth into a sneer.