'He said at another time something like this;' and she gave another, which might possibly have been paralleled in many a work of the pedigree ranging from the Dictionnaire Philosophique to Huxley's essays.
'Ah—ha! How do you remember them?'
'I wanted to believe what he believed, though he didn't wish me to; and I managed to coax him to tell me a few of his thoughts. I can't say I quite understand that one; but I know it is right.'
'H'm. Fancy your being able to teach me what you don't know yourself.'
He fell into thought.
'And so I threw in my spiritual lot wi' his,' she resumed. 'I didn't wish it to be different. What's good enough for him is good enough for me.'
'Does he know that you are as big a sceptic as he?'
'No—I never told him—if I am a sceptic.'
'Well—you are better off to-day than I am, Tess, after all! You don't believe that you ought to preach my doctrine, and, therefore, do no despite to your conscience in abstaining. I do believe
