Chapter 7
Wanhope desisted with a provisional air, and Rulledge went and got Himself a sandwich from the lunch-table. "Well, upon my word!" said Minver. "I thought you had dined, Rulledge." Rulledge came back munching, and said to Wanhope, as he settled himself in his chair again: "Well, go on." "Why, that's all." The psychologist was silent, with Rulledge staring indignantly at him. "I suppose Mrs. Ormond had her theory?" I ventured. "Oh, yes—such as it was," said Wanhope. "It was her belief—her religion—that Ormond had seen Death, in person or personified, or the angel of it; and that the sight was something beautiful, and not terrible. She thought that she should see Death, too in the same way, as a messenger. I don't know that it was such a bad theory," he added impartially. "Not," said
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