'But I have. Though I don't believe in anything supernatural.'
D'Urberville looked at her with misgiving.
'Then do you think that the line I take is all wrong?'
'A good deal of it.'
'H'm—and yet I've felt so sure about it,' he said uneasily.
'I believe in the spirit of the Sermon on the Mount, and so did my dear husband. . . . But I don't believe———'
Here she gave her negations.
'The fact is,' said D'Urberville drily, 'whatever your dear husband believed you accept, and whatever he rejected you reject, without the least inquiry or reasoning on your own part. That's just like you women. Your mind is enslaved to his.'
'Ah, because he knew everything!' said she, with a triumphant simplicity of faith in Angel Clare that the most perfect man could hardly have deserved, much less her husband.
'Yes, but you should not take negative opinions wholesale from another person like that.
