“It’s blasphemy”—he stood up, looking down on her with the light of fanaticism in his eyes—“blasphemy! Pray to God you may be forgiven for it. Do you ever pray—truly?” “What’s the use? I’ve prayed for what I want and can’t go on believing when I don’t get it. Of course you’ll tell me I pray for what wouldn’t be good for me! Praying doesn’t alter things, so what’s the use of it?” “It’s because you don’t believe.” “Yes, that’s religion all over!—Argue in a way that would be simply idiotic if you applied it to real life.” “Marian! Marian!” he said, leaning across the table toward her, “God help you!” “Soon, I hope,” she answered, turning away with a gesture of disgust. He sprang up, but bit his lip, stopping the rush of words that came to his tongue. She looked up at him, laughing bitterly. “Will you ever realize that our marriage was a mistake? We weren’t made for one another, that’s all about it. And we’re so poor we can’t afford to separate.” “Separate!” “What’s the use of stopping together? I tell you I _can’t_ go on with this life; you must change it; you must.” “I can’t. Marian, won’t you try once more?” “No, I won’t. I’ve one life to live and I won’t be driven into wasting it. I’m young, full of life; you’ve often told me I’m beautiful, and you want me to go on living here and sharing your miserable work. I won’t. You must make a change.” “I can’t,” he repeated doggedly. “You know I can’t. Not even you can tempt me to do that. I’ve listened to what you said, horrible as much of it was. I’ve felt hopeless about you for some time; you were so out of touch with me, you were becoming a stranger to me. I’ve asked you to try my way once more. I’ve often asked things of you. I begin to think I’ve been weak. I’ve tried to make you my true comrade and I’ve failed. Now, I must—must—make a change.” There was a tone in his voice that compelled her to stand up face to face with him. “I must make a change. Instead of our ruling our house together——” “House! Lodgings!” “_I_ will be its master. I blame myself for not having been so sooner. Your life and salvation were intrusted to me and I should not have let my love for you interfere and tempt me to make life easy for you. Life is not easy and you must face it. Remember, I’m God’s minister.” “So you say. You never give me a chance of forgetting it, with your continual preaching. So, now you can’t bend me, you’ll break me?” “I must try to teach you that God must be obeyed.” “How do you know His commands? But it’s no good talking this way any more. I shall leave you to-morrow”—her voice trembled, half with fear, half with defiant anger as she repeated—“I shall leave you to-morrow.” “Leave me?” “Leave you.” “Where are you going?” “What does that matter to you? You think divorce sinful, so my future address doesn’t concern you.” She walked quickly out of the room, leaving him dazed.