“What I mean to say is ,” she went on, with a little gasp, flinging out the words almost fiercely, “I regard each philosophy, not as the ‘truth,’ but just as a particular country, in which I can go about⁠—countries with their own peculiar light, their Gothic buildings, their pointed roofs, their avenues of trees⁠—But I’m afraid I’m tiring you with all this!”

“Go on, for heaven’s sake!” he pleaded. “It’s just what I want to hear.”