"Yes," he said, "in one sense, of course it is—utterly unreasonable.
But in another sense——"
She leaned forward suddenly, and he could catch the glint of her eyes beneath her white veil.
"Ah!" she said, almost breathlessly. "That is what I want to hear. Now, tell me how they justify it."
He paused an instant, considering.
"Well," he said slowly, "as far as I remember, they say that there are other faculties besides those of reason. They say, for example, that the heart sometimes finds out things that the reason cannot—intuitions, you see. For instance, they say that all things such as self-sacrifice and chivalry and even art—all come from the heart, that Reason comes with them—in rules of technique, for instance—but that it cannot prove them; they are quite apart from that."
"I think I see."
"Well, they say that Religion is like that—in other words, they practically confess that it is merely a matter of emotion." He paused again, trying to be fair. "Well, perhaps they would not say that—although it is true. But briefly——"
"Well?"
"Well, they say there is a thing called Faith—a kind of deep conviction unlike anything else—supernatural—which God is supposed to give to people who desire it—to people who pray for it, and lead good lives, and so on——"
"And this Faith?"
"Well, this Faith, acting upon what they call Evidences—this Faith makes them absolutely certain that there is a God, that He was made man and so on, with the Church and all the rest of it. They say too that this is further
