Peradventure; or, The Silence of GodKeable, Robert
Religion
Peradventure; or, The Silence of God
Keable, Robert
Church of England -- Fiction; Religion -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
"And to me," said Paul reflectively, "he has always seemed immensely
impressive. I don't think he will again."
Ursula laughed quietly.
"Why not?" queried Muriel aggressively. She and Paul on the whole got
on very well together, but they nearly always sparred. "All this makes
the Exodus so extraordinarily real. One can see it happening."
"Yes," assented Paul, "but don't you see, it makes it also
extraordinarily small. Good Lord, look at those immemorial sands.
Israelites! Why Egyptians and Assyrians and Ethiopians and Greeks and
Romans and scores more whose names are forgotten have passed here. I
was taught that the Exodus was the central act of the play, but it's
merely an interlude for the shifting of scenery."
"In the play called Kismet," put in Ursula.
Muriel, who was sitting between them, glanced from one to the other.
Then she settled herself back in her chair. "Oh, go on, you two," she
said contentedly. "I love to hear you. You're both of you making your
own lives more than any other two people I know, and you both of you
pretend you're not."
Ursula laughed again. "We're marionettes right enough," she said, "but
by some odd chance we're alive, and we can thoroughly enjoy the play."
Paul drew a deep breath of content. "I wish this bit of it would
continue for a very long time," he said happily. And while the great
vessel glided on almost silently with its impression of relentless
irresistible purpose, the three sat silent, staring at the stars.
The Red Sea unfolded itself. They saw a dawn in Port Suez. Paul was
first on deck in his pyjamas; and with but one glance around rushed
excitedly down to the cabin that Muriel and Ursula shared between them.
Their door stood on the latch. He thumped on it vigorously.
"Come in," called Ursula at once.
Paul fumbled with the lock and pushed aside the curtain. Ursula was
sitting up in bed reading, her hair about her, her thin silk nightdress
exposing her shoulders and neck. In the bunk above, Muriel, on her
side, covered with a sheet, only half awake, opened her eyes sleepily.
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