“I don’t see why!” returned the other doggedly. “They worship God as we do, and they count Christ as a prophet. They are no more fearful than the Unitarians in England. And I am sure they think much more about religion in their daily lives than people do at home.”

“They deny the essence of Christianity⁠—the Redemption. How can you turn your back upon that marvel of Divine Love? Their ideals are all much lower, more material.⁠ ⁠… My dear, I see that you have come here primed with specious arguments, and I regret that I am not clever enough to make you see their falseness. I wish I had the tongues of all the angels at this moment grieving over you, to show you how terrific is the gulf you view so lightly.”

The girl laughed nervously. “I don’t suppose the angels bother much. You talk as if God only cared for Christians. I’m sure He thinks the Muslims just as valuable. If you are so much better, why don’t you mix with them and try to do them good?”

“Some of us are doing so.”