While he was away she'd been all through psychometry, the planchette, clairvoyance, palmistry, astrology, and Unitarianism.

What are you, Bernal ?" "Nothing, Nance--that's the trouble." "But where are you going, and what for ?" "I don't know either answer--but I can't stay here, because I'm blasphemous--it seems--and I don't want to stay, even if I weren't sent.
I want to be out--away.

I feel as if I must be looking for something I haven't found.

I suspect it's a fourth dimension to religion.

They have three--even breadth--but they haven't found faith yet--a faith that doesn't demand arbitrary signs, parlour-magic, and bloody, weird tales in a book that becomes their idol." The girl looked at him long in silence, swaying a little in the hammock, a bare elbow in one hand, her meditative chin in the other, the curtains of her eyes half-drawn, as if to let him in a little at a time before her wonder.