"What do I owe?" said the beauty, throwing her tresses of hair off from her shoulders.
He waited a bit, the one lady looking defiant, the other curious; and then he said, with a sort of gentle simplicity that was at the same time uncompromising,
"'The Lord hath made all things for himself.'"
Gertrude's foot patted the turf; after a minute she answered,
"Of course you say that because you are a clergyman."
"No, I don't. I am stating a fact, which I thought it likely you had forgotten."
Gertrude stood up, as if she had got enough of the conversation. Diana wished for another word.
"It is a fact," she said; "but what have we to do with it?"
"Only to let the Lord have his own," said the minister with a full look at her.
"How do you mean, Mr. Masters? I don't understand."