“Horrible!” said Sir Carey slowly. “And so now he turns from the Protestant’s God to Destiny playing with the pawns upon the great chessboard. But if he’s a man of sentiment, and not an intellectual, he’ll never find this life all-sufficient, however he lives it. The darkness will never be enough for him.”
“It has to be enough for a great many of us,” said Mrs. Clarke.
There was a long pause, which she broke by saying, in a lighter voice:
“As he’s going to visit you, I can go on having him here. You’ll let people know, won’t you?”
“That he’s a friend of ours? Of course.”
“That will make things all right.”
“You run your unconventionalities always on the public race-course, in sight of the grand stand packed with the conventionalities.”
“What else can I do? Besides, secret things are always found out.”
“You never went in for them.”
“And yet my own husband misunderstood me.”