"Do you think I should?" asked Maggie."I don't know, I'm sure.As to Grace, I think we'd get on all right.There's a greater difficulty than that though.""What?" asked Katherine as Maggie hesitated.
"Religion," said Maggie."Paul's a clergyman and I don't believe in his religion at all.Two months ago I'd have said I hated all religion--and so would you if you'd had a time like me.But since Martin's gone I'm not so sure.There's some-thing I want to find out...But Paul's found out everything.He's quite sure and certain.
I'd have to tell him I don't believe in any of his faith.""Tell him.of course," said Katherine."I think he knows that already.He's going to convert you.He looks forward to it.If he hadn't been so lazy he'd have been a missionary.""Tell me about Skeaton," said Maggie.
"I've only been there once," said Katherine."Frankly, I didn't like it very much, but then I'm so used to the Glebeshire sea that it all seemed rather tame.There was a good deal of sand blowing about the day I was there, but Paul's house is nice with a garden and a croquet-lawn, and--and--Oh! very nice, and nice people next door Ibelieve."
"I'm glad it's not like Glebeshire," said Maggie."That's a point in its favour.I want to be somewhere where everything is quiet and orderly, and every one knows their own mind and all the bells ring at the right time and no one's strange or queer, and--most of all--where no one's afraid of anything.All my life I've been with people who were afraid and I've been afraid myself.Now Paul and Grace are not afraid of anything.""No, they're not," said Katherine, laughing.