She was still absorbed in her scheming when Strelsa came down. There was not a trace of any emotion except pleasure in her face. In her heart it was the same; only an immense, immeasurable relief reigned there, calming and exciting her alternately. But her face was yet a trifle pale; her hands still unsteady; and every delicate nerve, slowly relaxing from the tension, was regaining its normal quiet by degrees. Her appetite was excellent, however. Afterward she and Molly chose neighbouring rockers, and Molly, lighting a cigarette, opened fire: "Is it to be Sir Charles after all, darling?" she asked caressingly. Strelsa laughed outright, then, astonished that she had not shrunk from a renewal of the eternal pressure, looked at Molly with wide gray eyes. "I don't know what's the matter with me to-day," she said; "I seem to be able to laugh. I've not been very well physically; I've had a ghastly morning; I'm homeless and wretchedly poor--and I'm laughing at it all--the whole thing, Molly. What do you suppose is the matter with me?" "You're not in love, are you?" asked Molly with calm suspicion. "No, I'm not," said the girl with a quiet conviction that disconcerted the elder woman. "Then I don't see why you should be very happy," said Molly honestly. Strelsa considered: "Perhaps it's because to-day I feel unusually well. I slept--which I don't usually." "You're becoming devout, too," said Molly. "Devout? Oh, you saw me reading in my Testament.... It's an interesting book, Molly," she said naïvely. "You know, as children, and at school, and in church we don't read it with any intelligence--or listen to it in the right way.... People _are_ odd. We have our moments of contrition, abasement, fright, exaltation; but at bottom we know that our religion and a fair observance of it is a sound policy of insurance. We accept it as we take out insurance in view of eventualities and the chance of future fire----" "That's flippant," said Molly. "I really didn't mean it so.... I was wondering about it all. Recently, re-reading the New Testament, I was struck by finding so much in it that I had never noticed or understood.... You know, Molly, after all Truth is the greatest thing in the world." "So I've heard," observed Molly drily. "Oh, I've heard it, too, but never thought what it meant--until recently. You see Truth, to me, was just telling it as often as possible. I never thought much about it--that it is the basis of everything worthy and beautiful--such as old pictures--" she added vaguely--"and those things that silversmiths like Benvenuto Cellini did----" "What?" Strelsa coloured: "Everything worthy is founded on Truth," she said. "That sounds like Tupper or a copy-book," said Molly, laughing. "For surely those profound reflections never emanated originally from you or Rix--did they?" Strelsa, much annoyed, picked up the field glasses and levelled them on the river.