"Edith," said she, "was it you who thought of it, or he?"
"I? Never. He didn't say a word about it. He just went and got it. He thought it all out by himself, poor dear."
"Can you think why he thought of it?"
"Yes," said Edith gravely, "I can. Can't you?"
Anne was silent.
"It's very simple. He wants you to trust him a little more, that's all."
Anne's mouth trembled, and she tightened it.
"Are you afraid of him?"
"Yes," she said, "I am."
"Because you think he isn't very spiritual?"