The opportunity seemed excellent.

But while he was hesitating as to just how to begin, the young girl said, bending forward and clasping her hands in her lap, "Please tell me about your religion." "Tell you about it?
I can't!" said Rowland, with a good deal of emphasis.
She flushed a little.

"Is it such a mighty mystery it cannot be put into words, nor communicated to my base ears ?" "It is simply a sentiment that makes part of my life, and I can't detach myself from it sufficiently to talk about it." "Religion, it seems to me, should be eloquent and aggressive.

It should wish to make converts, to persuade and illumine, to sway all hearts!" "One's religion takes the color of one's general disposition.

I am not aggressive, and certainly I am not eloquent." "Beware, then, of finding yourself confronted with doubt and despair! I am sure that doubt, at times, and the bitterness that comes of it, can be terribly eloquent.