"And, Christina—I don't believe God likes it."
"Likes what?"
"Your wanting to do as the world do."
"How do you know I do?"
"You said so."
"I like to have a nice house, and servants enough, and furniture to please me, and means to entertain my friends; and who doesn't? That's all I ask for."
"And to do what everybody else does."
"Yes," said Christina smiling. "Who don't?"
"You were on the Pincian Hill Sunday afternoon."
"Yes," said Christina suddenly, looking up. "Why not? Why weren't you there?"