"To think that William should have to take his orders from that man!"
she said, under her breath.
"Bear it--for William's sake," said the Dean, softly, "and,
meanwhile--take my advice--and don't read any more Renan!"
Kitty looked at him curiously.
"I prefer to see things as they are."
The Dean sighed.
"That none of us can do, my dear Lady Kitty. No one can satisfy his
intelligence. But religion speaks to the
will--and it is the only
thing between us and the void. Don't tamper with it! It is soon gone."
A satirical expression passed over the face of his companion.
"Mine was gone before we had been a month married. William killed it."
The Dean exclaimed:
"I hear always of his interest in religious matters!"
"He cares for nothing so much--and he doesn't believe one single word of
anything! I was brought up in a convent, you know--but William laughed
it all out of me."
"Dear Lady Kitty!"
Kitty nodded. "And now, of course, I know there's nothing in it. Oh! I
do beg your pardon!" she said, eagerly. "I never meant to say anything
rude to
you. And I must go!" She looked up at an open window on the
second floor of the house.
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