I love you very dearly, Elisabeth, and it would be a great grief to me if any question of opinion or conviction came between us; yet I do not believe that two people could possibly be happy together--however much they might love each other--if they were not one with each other on subjects such as these." Elisabeth was silent; she was too much excited to speak.

Her heart was thumping like the great hammer at the Osierfield, and she was trembling all over.

So she held her peace as they drove up the principal street of Silverhampton and across the King's Square to the lych-gate of St.
Peter's Church; but Alan, looking into the tell-tale face he knew so well, was quite content.
Yet as she sat beside Alan in St.Peter's Church that summer evening, and thought upon what she had just done, a great sadness filled Elisabeth's soul.

The sun shone brightly through the western window, and wrote mystic messages upon the gray stone walls; but the lights of the east window shone pale and cold in the distant apse, where the Figure of the Crucified gleamed white upon a foundation of emerald.

And as she looked at the Figure, which the world has wept over and worshipped for nineteen centuries, she realized that this was the Symbol of all that she was giving up and leaving behind her--the Sign of that religion of love and sorrow which men call Christianity.