At last the chaplain spoke from his place.
"It is all as Chris said," he began, "I was there and heard it.

If the woman is not from God, she is one of Satan's own; and it is hard to think that Satan would tell us of the sacraments and bid us use them greedily, and if she is from God--" he stopped again.
The knight nodded at him.
"And you, sweetheart ?" he said to his wife.
She turned to him slowly.
"You know what I think," she said.

"If Chris believes it, he must go, I suppose." "And you, Ralph ?" Ralph raised himself in his chair.
"Do you wish me to say what I think ?" he asked deliberately, "or what Chris wishes me to say?
I will do either." Chris made a quick movement of his head; but his father answered for him.
"We wish you to say what you think," he said quietly.
"Well, then," said Ralph, "it is this.

I cannot agree with the father.

I think the woman is neither of God nor Satan; but that she speaks of her own heart, and of Dr.Bocking's.