How could she harbour suspicion when
she did not know what to suspect? Of course she saw everything wrongly
and awry. The old life had become impossible to her, and she nearly
made a mistake as to what the new one should be, that was all. I know
she wavered for a moment, but the weakness was more physical than
moral, I think. Her vision was clouded at the time, but as soon as she
was restored to health she saw things clearly enough. She is a great
and good woman, pure-hearted and full of charity. God bless her for all
her tenderness, and for her wonderful power to love. He alone can count
the number who have reason to wish her well."
"That is true," I answered. "And I was merely going to remark, when you
interrupted me, that she will never think herself 'none the worse'--"
"I don't see what difference that makes," Claudia again interposed.
"She always did think herself least of the least when she thought of
herself at all, and that was not often. You are dwelling too long on
the past, really, and making too much of it. Men, when they are saints,
are twice as bad as women.
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