"No, I don't," said Mrs. Lewisham; and then with more assurance. "But I'm not an infidel."
"Christian?"
"I suppose so."
"But a Christian— What do you believe?"
"Oh! to tell the truth, and do right, and not hurt or injure people and all that."
"That's not a Christian. A Christian is one who believes."
"It's what I mean by a Christian," said Mrs. Lewisham.
"Oh! at that rate anyone's a Christian," said Lewisham. "We all think it's right to do right and wrong to do wrong."
"But we don't all do it," said Mrs. Lewisham, taking up the cornflowers again.
"No," said Lewisham, a little taken aback by the feminine method of discussion. "We don't all do it—certainly." He stared at her for a moment—her head was a little on one side and her eyes on the cornflower—and his mind was full of a strange discovery. He seemed on the verge of speaking, and turned to his note-book again.
Very soon the centre of the table-cloth resumed its sway.
The following day Mr. Lucas Holderness received his cheque for a guinea. Unhappily it was
