though it passed through her mind that at home such enthusiasm would have seemed a petty thing when there were such problems as the “living wage” and the high cost of living to grapple with. He told her of traces of sun-worship he was discovering in the museums of Rome, and of statues hitherto misnamed and misunderstood which he could prove to have been taken from the temples of his favorite heathen worship. He could show them to her if she wished; he would consider it a pleasure, an honor, a deep interest to do so. From the heathen god he was led to speak of his own, the God of the Universe, and he explained that he could not conceive of Him as other than the Three in One, the point of the triangle. It was not until he had studied geometry that he had been able to reach the understanding of a geometric God, and he found in the conception a highly satisfactory reconciliation of orthodoxy with exact science.
“God —the point of a triangle! A geometric God!” repeated the American girl, amazed.
“How else would you define Him, mademoiselle?”
“I cannot define Him at all,” she said. “If I could, I should not be able to feel that He was so much greater than myself.”
At this moment Curatulo joined her, and after44
