"Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God."
Her heart beat faster and her breast heaved, but the words lifted her above pathos and tears, and prepared her for the consolation of the close.
"Do you believe all that?" he asked suddenly, when she had finished. She had not expected that.
"I didn't, but I do now."
"Why?" His eyes were fixed on hers, scrutinising, pathetic.
"Because I must."
That reason seemed to be hardly enough for Vincent. He was still hesitating and uncertain, as if he were looking for something that she could not give him. Then he lay back again with his eyes closed.
It was Katherine's turn to think. But Vincent's peace of mind was of more importance to her than the truth or falsehood of a creed. She had realised that there were things that even her love could not do for him. With a sudden flash of recollection she thought of the young priest she had once met at Audrey's house. If any one could help Vincent now, it might be Mr. Flaxman Reed. She was probably mistaken (nobody is very wise between twelve and one in the morning), but at least she could try.
"Vincent," she whispered, "would you like to see a clergyman?"
She smiled, for after all it might be the very last thing that he wanted. He smiled too, a little consciously. His mood had changed for the time being—he had come back again to earth.