But purity was in the hymn even at the hour of temptation, and sang like a bird in every scene of the life,--a purity classical, detached, so refined as to be almost physically cold.
"I understand you," Julian whispered to the little doctor.

"Yes, you are right.

He is a great reason why what you think may be true.

And yet"-- here Julian lowered his voice to a breath, lest he might disturb the player--"he is not religious, as--as--well, as you are.

Forgive the allusion--." "Are the angels religious ?" said Doctor Levillier.