He was silent, and the girl went on in a lower key as if she were momentarily softened and a little saddened also. “It won’t do, you know,” she said; “you can’t find out the truth in that way. There are such heaps of churches and people thinking different things nowadays, and they all think they are right. My uncle was a Swedenborgian.”
MacIan sat with bowed head, listening hungrily to her voice but hardly to her words, and seeing his great world drama grow smaller and smaller before his eyes till it was no bigger than a child’s toy theatre.
“The time’s gone by for all that,” she went on; “you can’t find out the real thing like that—if there is really anything to find——” and she sighed rather drearily; for, like many of the women of our wealthy class, she was old and broken in thought, t
