"How dared you say such a thing?
How dared you libel the goodness of God?
Tom Davis is not in hell.

A man who died to save another's life?
Who would want the heaven of such a God?
Oh, that poor wife! How could you have had the heart to make her think God was so cruel ?" There was a dead silence; Elder Dean was too dumfounded to speak, and the others, looking at Helen's eyes flashing through her tears of passionate pain, were almost persuaded that she was right.

They waited to hear more, but she turned and hurried away, her breath quick, and a tightened feeling in her throat.
The elder was the first to break the spell of her words, but he opened his lips twice before a sound came.

"May the Lord forgive her! Tom Davis not in hell?
Why, where's the good of a hell at all, then ?" Helen's heart was burning with sympathy for the sorrow which had been so cruelly wounded.

She had forgotten the reserve which respect for her husband's opinions always enforced.