“Or nature.”

“So that God and nature,” she cried again, “work together? No, no, they are one and the same thing.”

“There, don’t you see,” he remarked, smiling back at her, “how simple it is?”

“Oh-h,” exclaimed Laura, with a deep breath, “isn’t it beautiful?” She put her hand to her forehead with a little laugh of deprecation. “My,” she said, “but those things make you think.”

Dinner was over before she was aware of it, and they were still talking animatedly as they rose from the table.

“We will have our coffee in the art gallery,” Laura said, “and please smoke.”

He lit a cigarette, and the two passed into the great glass-roofed rotunda.