She appears to think that Christianity is a sort of menu of moral fancy-dishes, which one is bound to swallow in a certain prescribed order." "Poor dear woman!" "When people like Mrs.Herbert talk about religion," Elisabeth went on, "it is as bad as reducing the number of the fixed stars to pounds, shillings, and pence; just as it is when people talk about love who know nothing at all about it." Christopher manfully repressed a smile.

"Still, I have known quite intelligent persons do that.

They make mistakes, I admit, but they don't know that they do; and so their ignorance is of the brand which the poet describes as bliss." "People who have never been in love should never talk about it," Elisabeth sagely remarked.
"But, on the other hand, those who have been, as a rule, can't; so who is to conduct authorized conversations on this most interesting and instructive subject ?" "The people who have been through it, and so know all about it," replied Elisabeth.
"Allow me to point out that your wisdom for once is at fault.

In the first place, I doubt if the man who is suffering from a specific disease is the suitable person to read a paper on the same before the College of Surgeons; and, in the second, I should say--for the sake of argument--that the man who has been through eternity and come out whole at the other end, knows as much about what eternity really means as--well, as you do.

But tell me more about Mrs.Herbert and her peculiarities." "She is always bothering about what she calls the 'correct thing.' She has no peace in her life on account of her anxiety as to the etiquette of this world and the next--first to know it and then to be guided by it.