"I am afraid I am sadly prosaic," he said, "for in these many months now that I have been in Rome, I have never ceased for a moment to look at Catholicism simply from the outside.

I don't see an opening as big as your finger-nail where I could creep into it!" "What do you believe ?" asked Christina, looking at him.

"Are you religious ?" "I believe in God." Christina let her beautiful eyes wander a while, and then gave a little sigh.

"You are much to be envied!" "You, I imagine, in that line have nothing to envy me." "Yes, I have.

Rest!" "You are too young to say that." "I am not young; I have never been young! My mother took care of that.