"I am not on your side, Mistress Wilbur. You should have more conscience than to keep me all the time condemning myself!"
"That is answer enough," Marion said, smiling. "I am only asking for information, you know. I never danced. But in the light of that confession, hear this: 'But if thy brother be grieved with thy meat, now walkest thou not charitably. Destroy not him with thy meat for whom Christ died. Let not, then, your good be evil spoken of.' Isn't that precisely what you were doing of the good in those church-members, Eurie? Now a sophist would possibly say that the argument of Paul had reference to food offered to idols, and not to dancing; but I think here is a chance for us to exercise that judgment and common sense which we are so fond of talking about.
"The main point seems to be not to destroy those for whom Christ died. Does it make any difference whether we do it with our digestive organs or with our feet? But what is the sophist going to do with this: 'It is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor anything whereby thy brother stumbleth, or is offended, or is made weak.' You see he may, or may not, be a fool for allowing himself to be led astray. St. Paul says nothing about that. He simply directs as to the Christian's duty in the matter."
Ruth made a movement of impatience.
"You are arguing, Marion, on the supposition that a great many people are led astray by dancing; whereas I don't believe that to be the case."
"Do you believe one soul ever was?"
"Why, yes, I suppose so."
"We even know one," Eurie said, speaking low, and looking very grave.
"Do you believe it is possible that another soul may in the next million years?"
"Of course it is possible."