"And have they become anxious all at once?"
"Oh! I don't know. Sir Charles tells me that it was a wish of my father's long before he died, and that nothing would please him so much, and all that. And really it looks as if Gervase and I were meant for each other."
"Do you believe in fate or destiny?" he questioned, moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue.
"No, but I believe in Providence," she answered, promptly.
"But how can you be sure what Providence means?" he asked. "If Providence speaks how do you know you have interpreted the message aright?"
"Yes, there is something in that," she said, reflectively. "On the other hand, one must be careful not to fly in the face of Providence."
"Admitting your theory of a Providence," he said, slowly, "is not the true Providence our heart and judgment? Must we not in the last resort fall back on what we feel and believe to be right?"
"Yes, go on," she said, eagerly.
"And if one goes against his own heart—his own instincts if you like—if one ignores his own clear judgment, would not that be flying in the face of what you call Providence?"
"But is our own heart to be trusted?" she questioned; "and is not our judgment often blind?"