Miss Vernon.
You still look upon your God as a God of vengeance, who wants sacrifices to appease Him.
Archibald.
“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.”
Miss Vernon.
That was said to a stiff-necked generation that wanted humbling. But no one can want to humble us, surely. We’re so timid already. We’re so unsure of ourselves. We’ve all got a morbid desire to unbosom ourselves. The commonest ailment of the day is a vulgar feminine passion for making scenes. Confession’s like a drug we fly to because we’ve lost the last shadow of our self-reliance.
Archibald.
Don’t let her move you, Grace. I beseech you, for your soul’s sake. Be brave.
Grace.
I know that it’s my only chance of happiness.