“Oh, yes, you are.  You have never loved, have you?  You are talking of one of the many things that go to make up love, and out of that one phase of love comes the most wonderful thing in the world.  He gives us the child.”

And again: 

“All bodies are not whole, and not all souls.  It is wrong to judge life by its exceptions, or love by its perversions, Lily.”

It had been the little nurse finally who cured her, for she secured Lily’s removal to that shady house on a by-street, where the tragedies of unwise love and youth sought sanctuary.  There were prayers there, morning and evening.  They knelt, those girls, in front of their little wooden chairs, and by far the great majority of them quite simply laid their burdens before God, and with an equal simplicity, felt that He would help them out.

“We have erred, and strayed from Thy ways like lost sheep.  We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts.  We have offended against Thy holy laws....  Restore Thou those who are penitent, according to Thy promises....  And grant, Oh most merciful Father, that we may hereafter live a godly, righteous and sober life.”

After a time Lily learned something that helped her.  The soul was greater and stronger than the body and than the mind.  The body failed.  It sinned, but that did not touch the unassailable purity and simplicity of the soul.  The soul, which lived on, was always clean.  For that reason there was no hell.

Lily rose and buttoned her coat.  Grace was fastening her sables, and making a delayed decision in satins.

“Mother, I’ve been thinking it over.  I am going to see Aunt Elinor.”

Grace waited until the saleswoman had moved away.

“I don’t like it, Lily.”

“I was thinking, while we were ordering all that stuff.  She is a Cardew, mother.  She ought to be having that sort of thing.  And just because grandfather hates her husband, she hasn’t anything.”

“That is rather silly, dear.  They are not in want.  I believe he is quite flourishing.”

“She is father’s sister.  And she is a good woman.  We treat her like a leper.”

Grace was weakening.  “If you take the car, your grandfather may hear of it.”

“I’ll take a taxi.”

Grace followed her with uneasy eyes.  For years she paid a price for peace, and not a small price.  She had placed her pride on the domestic altar, and had counted it a worthy sacrifice for Howard’s sake.  And she had succeeded.  She knew Anthony Cardew had never forgiven her and would never like her, but he gave her, now and then, the tribute of a grudging admiration.

And now Lily had come home, a new and different Lily, with her father’s lovableness and his father’s obstinacy.  Already Grace saw in the girl the beginning of a passionate protest against things as they were.  Perhaps, had Grace given to Lily the great love of her life, instead of to Howard, she might have understood her less clearly.  As it was, she shivered slightly as she got into the limousine.