Mr. Brandt stared a little.
"I confess I do not see how that is to be done," he owned.
"The business that you cannot do for God, you had better not do at all," said Diana gently.
"But spinning cotton?"—
"Spinning cotton, or anything else that employs men and makes money."
"How?"
"You can do it for God, cannot you?" said Diana in the same way. "You can employ the men and make the money for his sake, and in his service."
"But that is coming pretty close," said the millowner. "Suppose I want a little of the money for myself and my family?"
"I am speaking too much!" said Diana, with a lovely flush on her cheek, and looking up to her husband. "I wish you would take the word, Basil."
"I hope Mr. Masters is going to be a little more merciful to the weaknesses of ordinary humanity," said Mr. Brandt, half lightly. "So tremendous a preacher have I never heard yet."