An unbeliever like you! One who is
convinced, as I myself am convinced, that we are merely soap-bubbles
which sparkle for a moment, and then return not into nothing, but into
_everything!_"
"I, convinced?" answered Carlino, in astonishment. "I am not
convinced of anything. I am a doubter. It is my system; you know that.
If now some one were to tell me that the true religion was that of the
Kaffirs, or that of the Redskins, I should say, It may well be! I do not
know them, I see the falsity of those I do know, and for that reason
I should certainly not wish you to become a believing Catholic. As to
driving you from home--"
"Perhaps I had better leave before being driven away?"
So saying, Jeanne took Noemi's arm. Carlino begged them to walk round
the Lac d'Amour. Who knows, perhaps the little window in heaven would
open. He wished it would. Noemi, recalling the conversation of a few
hours before, expressed a doubt that Fomalhaut would be the star to
appear at the window.
"To be sure," said Carlino thoughtfully. "I had forgotten Fomalhaut.
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