"Oh, there's a lot in Frank. But one doesn't always know what it is."
"Do you think his religion's made much difference?"
"I think it's done this for him," said Jack slowly. "(I've been thinking a lot about that). I think it's fixed things, so to speak ...." He hesitated. He was not an expert in psychological analysis. Dick took him up quickly. He nodded three or four times.
"Exactly," he said. "That's it, no doubt. It's given him a center—a hub for the wheel."
"Eh?"
"It's ... it's joined everything on to one point in him. He'll be more obstinate and mad than ever before. He's got a center now.... I suppose that's what religion's for," he added meditatively.
This was Greek to Jack. He looked at Dick uncomprehendingly.
Dick turned round and began to stare into the fire, still contracting and expanding his fingers.
"It's a funny thing—this religion," he said at last. "I never could understand it."
"And what about Archie?" asked Jack with sudden abruptness. (He had no continuity of mind.)