“No; the stars!”
They both laughed and proceeded with their coffee. Somehow the conversation turned upon religion. They grew more and more serious. He respected her beliefs, although he did not hold them himself.
“There was only once in my life,” she said, alluding vaguely to the past, “when I didn’t believe. But I was growing up at the time. I was fascinated by Byron’s character and used to picture him as an ideal lover. Then I read some of Mathew Arnold. Have you ever read him.”
“Yes—long ago—at college.”
She smiled. “Long ago?”
“Well, four or five years ago—I don’t remember exactly.”
“Oh, you must read him again. He will give you a new point of view.”
“Did he give you that—that theory about engagements?”
“No.”
“Where did you get that?”