There was a pause, in which only the thunder of that invisible sea far down below us was audible. Then the voice went on,
"Thy lover is false!" it said—"His love for thee was a passing mood—already he regrets—already he wearies in thought of thee and loves thee no more! DOST THOU BELIEVE IT?"
I took no time for thought, but answered at once without hesitation—
"No! For if he does not love me his Spirit lies!—and no Spirit CAN lie!"
Another pause. Then the voice put this question—
"Dost thou truly believe in God, thy Creator, the Maker of heaven and earth?"
Lifting my eyes half in hope, half in appeal to the starry deep sky above me, I replied fervently—
"I do believe in Him with all my soul!"
A silence followed which seemed long and weighted with suspense. Then the voice spoke once more—
"Dost thou believe in Love, the generator of Life and the moving Cause and Mind of all created things?"