Her hands fell away from mine.... The silence was broken only by the crackling of the wood fire as a log turned over and fell. Never before, in all our intercourse that I could remember, had she spoken to me about religion.... With that apparent snap in continuity incomprehensible to the masculine mind-her feminine mood had changed. Elements I had never suspected, in Nancy, awe, even a hint of despair, entered into it, and when my hand found hers again, the very quality of its convulsive pressure seemed to have changed. I knew then that it was her soul I loved most; I had been swept all unwittingly to its very altar. "I believe it is God," I said. But she continued to gaze at me, her lips parted, her eyes questioning. "Why is it," she demanded, "that after all these centuries of certainty we should have to start out to find him again? Why is it when something happens like--like this, that we should suddenly be torn with doubts about him, when we have lived the best part of our lives without so much as thinking of him?" "Why should you have qualms?" I said. "Isn't this enough? and doesn't it promise--all?" "I don't know. They're not qualms--in the old sense." She smiled down at me a little tearfully. "Hugh, do you remember when we used to go to Sunday-school at Dr. Pound's church, and Mrs. Ewan taught us? I really believed something then--that Moses brought down the ten commandments of God from the mountain, all written out definitely for ever and ever. And I used to think of marriage" (I felt a sharp twinge), "of marriage as something sacred and inviolable,--something ordained by God himself. It ought to be so--oughtn't it? That is the ideal." "Yes--but aren't you confusing--?" I began. "I am confusing and confused. I shouldn't be--I shouldn't care if there weren't something in you, in me, in our--friendship, something I can't explain, something that shines still through the fog and the smoke in which we have lived our lives--something which, I think, we saw clearer as children. We have lost it in our hasty groping. Oh, Hugh, I couldn't bear to think that we should never find it! that it doesn't really exist! Because I seem to feel it. But can we find it this way, my dear?" Her hand tightened on mine. "But if the force drawing us together, that has always drawn us together, is God?" I objected. "I asked you," she said. "The time must come when you must answer, Hugh. It may be too late, but you must answer." "I believe in taking life in my own hands," I said.