“What do you mean by forcing her to go?”
“I don’t know. I—I—persuaded her.”
Dr. Mulbridge smiled, as if he perceived her intention not to tell him something she wished to tell him. He looked down into his hat, which he carried in his hand.
“Did you believe the storm was coming?”
“No!”
“And you didn’t make it come?”
“Of course not!”
He looked at her and laughed.
“Oh, you don’t at all understand!” she cried.
“I’m not a doctor of divinity,” he said. “Good morning.”