"It's so very, very strange, Roger, I really must tell you," Mrs. Chadwick said. Her hair, still bright and abundant, was very untidy. She had evidently not brushed it since rising from her sofa. "I had one of my dreadful headaches, you know. It came on at church this morning and I really couldn't attend to Mr. Bodman at all. Perhaps you saw."
"I heard. Yes. Miss Toner had disturbed you a good deal."
"I did feel so bewildered and unhappy about it all," said Mrs. Chadwick, fixing her blue eyes upon the family friend. Eleanor Chadwick's eyes could show the uncanny ingenuousness and the uncanny wisdom of a baby's. "Nothing so innocent or so sharp was ever seen outside a perambulator," her husband had once said of them. "About her, you know, Roger," she continued, "and Barney and Palgrave. The influence. I could not bear them to lose their faith in the church of their fathers."
"No," said Oldmeadow. "But you must be prepared to see it shift a good deal. Faiths have to shift nowadays if they're to stand."
"Well. Yes. I know what you mean, Roger. But it isn't a question of shifting, is it? I'm very broad. I've always been all for breadth. And the broader you are the firmer you ought to be, oughtn't you?"
"Well, Miss Toner's broad and firm," Oldmeadow suggested. "I never saw anyone more so."
"But in such a queer way, Roger. Like saying one's prayers out of doors and thinking oneself as good as Christ. Oh, it all made me perfectly wretched and after lunch my head was so bad that I went and lay down in the dark; and it raged, simply. Oh, dear, I thought; this means a day and night of misery. They go on like that once they begin. Mamma used to have them in precisely the same way. Absolutely incapacitating. I can never see how anybody can deny heredity. That's another point, Roger. I've always accepted evolution. I gave up Adam and Eve long ago; gave them up as white and good-looking, I mean; because we must have begun _somewhere_, mustn't we? And Darwin was such a good man; though you remember he came not to care anything at all about music. That may mean a great deal, if one could think it all out; it's the most religious of the arts, isn't it? But there's no end to thinking things out!" Mrs. Chadwick pressed her hand against her forehead, closing her eyes for a moment. "And Adrienne is very musical."