you will soon understand.... It is this—Why do Catholics believe in God?"
He was so much taken aback that for a moment he sat staring.
"Yes," she said tranquilly, "it is a very odd question. But—" she hesitated. "Well, I will tell you," she said. "The fact is, that I have a friend who is—is in danger from this new law. I want to be able to argue with her; and I must know her side. You are the only priest—I mean who has been a priest—whom I ever knew, except Father Franklin. So I thought you would not mind telling me."
Her voice was entirely natural; there was not a tremor or a falter in it. Mr. Francis smiled genially, rubbing his hands softly together.
"Ah!" he said. "Yes, I see.... Well, that is a very large question. Would not to-morrow, perhaps——?"
"I only want just the shortest answer," she said. "It is really important for me to know at once. You see, this new law comes into force——"
He nodded.
"Well—very briefly, I should say this: Catholics say that God can be perceived by reason; that from the arrangements of the world they can deduce that there must have been an Arranger—a Mind, you understand. Then they say that they deduce other things about God—that He is Love, for example, because of happiness——"
"And the pain?" she interrupted.
He smiled again.
"Yes. That is the point—that is the weak point."
"But what do they say about that?"
"Well, briefly, they say that pain is the result of sin——"
