"You must make up your mind not to think of it. It isn't a real person, Gwen."
Gwendolen still kept her head slightly round towards May Dashwood, though she had her eyes closed so as not to interfere with the movements of May's hand on her brow.
"Do you think the devil does things?" she asked in an awed voice.
May hesitated for a moment and then said: "We do things, and some of us call it the devil doing things."
"Then you don't believe in the devil?" asked Gwendolen, opening her eyes.
"I don't think so, Gwen," said May. "But God I am sure of."
Gwendolen lay still for a little while. She was thinking now of her troubles.
"You don't do any wrong things?" asked Gwendolen, tentatively.
"We all do wrong things," said May.
"I mean wrong things that people make a fuss about," said Gwendolen, thinking of Mrs. Potten, and the drawing-room at Potten End.