She could not but listen and admire, when he introduced her to the sheer paganism of Schiller's Gods of Greece; for on this subject he was more eloquent than on any.

He had gradually, in fact, as we have seen, dropped all faith in anything but Nature; the slightest fact about a bone or a weed was more important to him than all the books of divinity which Argemone lent him--to be laid by unread.
'What DO you believe in ?' she asked him one day, sadly.
'In THIS!' he said, stamping his foot on the ground.

'In the earth I stand on, and the things I see walking and growing on it.

There may be something beside it--what you call a spiritual world.

But if He who made me intended me to think of spirit first, He would have let me see it first.