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Her quality may have brought out certain aspects of the situation rather more sharply than they might have been brought out under other circumstances, but if this chapel enterprise had been suggested by quite a different sort of person, by a man, or by a committee, in the end I think I should have come to the same conclusion. Leave Lady Sunderbund out. Any chapel was impossible.
I've got to let you all down. There's no help for it. It isn't the way. I can't have anything to do with Lady Sunderbund and her chapel." "But," Lady Ella was still perplexed. "It's too great a sacrifice." "Of us?" "No, of myself. I can't get into her pulpit and do as she wants and keep my conscience. It's been a horrible riddle for me. It means plunging into all this poverty for good.
And the same hesitation of the mind, instinctive rather than reasoned, that had prevented a frank explanation of his earlier doubts to her, now restrained him from telling her naturally and at once of the part that Lady Sunderbund was to play in his future ministry.
This sense he had of thinking openly in the sight of God, enabled him to see the adventure of Lady Sunderbund without illusion and without shame. He saw himself at once honest and disingenuous, divided between two aims. He had no doubt now of the path he had to pursue.
The third dealt with Madame Guyon. It was difficult not to feel that Lady Sunderbund was reading for a part. She entered. She was wearing a long simple dress of spangled white with a very high waist; she had a bracelet of green jade, a waistband of green silk, and her hair was held by a wreath of artificial laurel, very stiff and green.
I've taken a little house oh! a sweet little house that will be all over 'oses next month. I'm living f'om 'oom to 'oom and having the othas done up. It's in that little quiet st'eet behind you' ga'den wall. And he' I am!" "Is it the old doctor's house?" asked Lady Ella. "Was it an old docta?" cried Lady Sunderbund. "How delightful! And now I shall be a patient!" She concentrated upon the bishop.
The balcony was decorated with white and pink geraniums in pots painted black and gold, and the railings of the balcony were black and gold with crimson shape like squares wildly out of drawing. Lady Sunderbund kept him waiting perhaps five minutes. Then she came sailing in to him.
But I can't work with her, Ella. She's impossible." "You mean you're going to break with Lady Sunderbund?" "I must." "Then, Teddy!" she was a woman groping for flight amidst intolerable perplexities "why did you ever leave the church?" "Because I have ceased to believe " "But had it nothing to do with Lady Sunderbund?" He stared at her in astonishment.
"It seemed at first a quite hopeful project." "We'd have hated that," said Clementina, with a glance as if for assent, at her mother. "We should all have hated that." "Anyhow it has fallen through." "We don't mind that," said Clementina, and Daphne echoed her words. "I don't see that there is any necessity to import this note of hostility to Lady Sunderbund into this matter."
Nevertheless it began to drift into his mind that he was by no means so completely in control of the new departure as he had supposed at first. Both he and Lady Sunderbund professed universalism; but while his was the universalism of one who would simplify to the bare fundamentals of a common faith, hers was the universalism of the collector.
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