Most marriages seem to me----" He stopped, but she had understood.
"But if this picture crumbles to pieces, that does not alter the fact that the angels made it lovely." (Her slight accent, because it made the pronunciation of each word more careful, gave her speech a quaint suggestion of instruction that perhaps she did not intend.) "The idea is painted on our hearts in just the same way; it is the best thing we can think of, except God." "Yet," urged Caius, "even if it is the best from our point of view, you will allow that it is written that it is not a heavenly institution.

The angels should try to teach us to look at something higher." "The words do not mean that.

I don't believe there is anything higher for us.

I don't believe people are not married in heaven." With sweet unreason she set aside authority when it clashed with her opinion.

To Caius she had never been so attractive as now, when, for the first time to him, she was proving herself of kin to ordinary folk; and yet, so curiously false are our notions of sainthood that she seemed to him the less devout because she proved to be more loving.
"You see"-- she spoke and paused--"you see, when I was at school in a convent I had a friend.