"And sin? You see, I know nothing at all, Mr. Francis."
"Well, sin is the rebellion of man's will against God's."
"What do they mean by that?"
"Well, you see, they say that God wanted to be loved by His creatures, so He made them free; otherwise they could not really love. But if they were free, it means that they could if they liked refuse to love and obey God; and that is what is called Sin. You see what nonsense—"
She jerked her head a little.
"Yes, yes," she said. "But I really want to get at what they think.... Well, then, that is all?"
Mr. Francis pursed his lips.
"Scarcely," he said; "that is hardly more than what they call Natural Religion. Catholics believe much more than that."
"Well?"
"My dear Mrs. Brand, it is impossible to put it in a few words. But, in brief, they believe that God became man—that Jesus was God, and that He did this in order to save them from sin by dying—"
"By bearing pain, you mean?"
"Yes; by dying. Well, what they call the Incarnation is really the point. Everything else flows from that. And, once a man believes that, I must confess that all the rest follows—even down to scapulars and holy water."
"Mr. Francis, I don't understand a word you're saying."
He smiled indulgently.
"Of course not," he said; "it is all incredible nonsense. But, you know, I did really believe it all once."
"But it's unreasonable," she said.
He made a little demurring sound.
