"After all," he carried on, mildly, the altercation--if that was what it was between him and Miss Toner--"good Platonists as we may be, we haven't reached the stage of Divine Contemplation yet and things do happen that are difficult to account for, if sin is nothing more positive than illusion and mistake. All the forms of _ôte-toi que je m'y mette_. All the forms of jealousy and malice. Deliberate cruelties. History is full of horrors, isn't it? There's a jealousy of goodness in the human heart, as well as a love. The betrayal of Christ by Judas is symbolic."
He had screwed his eyeglass into his eye the better to see Miss Toner and looked very much like a solicitor trying to coax dry facts out of a romantic client. And in the transparent shadow of her hat Miss Toner, with her incomparable composure, gave him all her attention.
"I don't account. I don't account for anything. Do you?" she said. "I only feel and know. But even the dreadful things, the things that seem to us so dreadful--isn't it always ignorance? Ignorance of what is really good and happy--and the illusion of a separate self? When we are all, really, one. All, really, together." She held out her arms, her little basket hanging from her wrist. "And if we feel that at last, and know it, those dreadful things can't happen any more."
"Your 'if' is the standing problem of metaphysics and ethics. Why don't we feel and know it? That's the question? And since we most of us, for most of the time, don't feel and know it, don't we keep closer to the truth if we accept the traditional phraseology and admit that there's something in the texture of life, something in ourselves, that tempts us, or impedes us, or crushes us, and call it sin--evil?"
He was looking at her, still with his latent irony though kindly enough indeed, and he had, as he looked, an intuition about her. She had never been tempted, she had never been impeded, she had never been crushed. That was her power. She was, in a fashion, sinless. It was as if she had been hypnotized in infancy to be good. And while the fact made her in one sense so savourless, it made her in another so significant. She would go much further than most people in any direction she wanted to go simply because she was not aware of obstacles and had no inhibitions.