I wonder if it's not true that the Christians once studied these old chaps to take the taste of their own cruder God out of their minds.

What a cruel people they must have been to make so cruel a God! "But let's talk of you, Nance--that's it--light the chandeliers in your eyes." He spoke drowsily now, and lay quiet, patting one of her hands.

But presently he was on one elbow to study her again.
"Nance, the Egyptians worshipped Nature, the Greeks worshipped Beauty, the Northern chaps worshipped Courage, and the Christians feared--well, the hereafter, you know--but I'm a Catholic when you smile.".