She got through the meal-time as she could; swallowed tea, and even ate bread, without knowing how it tasted, and heard Basil talk without knowing what he said. As soon as she could she went up-stairs to the baby, and waited till her husband should come too. But when he came, he came to her, and did not go to his study.
"Basil I want to speak to you—will you come into the other room?" she said huskily.
"Won't this room do to talk in?"
"No. It is over the kitchen."
"Jemima knows I never quarrel"—said Basil lightly; however, he led the way into the study. He set a chair for Diana and took another himself, but she remained standing.
"Basil—is God good?" she said.
"Yes. Inexpressibly good."
"Then why does he let such things happen?"
"Sit down, Di. You are not strong enough to talk standing. Such things?
What things?"
"Why does he let people be tempted above what they can bear?"