had gone away from Christianity, to the Theosophists and the Christian Scientists—she had felt she was only "st'aying fu'tha." And then suddenly when he was speaking last night, she had felt he knew. It was so wonderful to hear the "k'eed was only a symbol."
"Symbol is the proper name for it," said the bishop. "It wasn't for centuries it was called the Creed."
Yes, and so what it really meant was something quite different from what it did mean....
The bishop felt that this sentence also was only a symbol, and nodded encouragingly—but gravely, warily.
And there she was, and the point was there were thousands and thousands and thousands of educated people like her who were dying to get through these old-fashioned symbols to the true faith that lay behind them. That they knew lay behind them. She didn't know if he had read "The Light under the Altar"?
"He's vicar of Wombash—in my diocese," said the bishop with restraint.
"It's wonde'ful stuff," said Lady Sunderbund. "It's spi'tually cold, but it's intellectually wonde'ful. But we want that with spi'tuality. We want it so badly. If some one"
She became daring. She bit her under lip and flashed her spirit at him.
"If you" she said and paused.
"Could think aloud," said the bishop.
