THE BIRTHPLACE
how he has been meaning, all the while, the right thing by us."
"I mean Him," Gedge returned more coldly; "our becoming familiar and intimate—for that's what it will come to. We shall just live with Him."
"Of course—it is the beauty." And she added quite gaily: "The more we do the more we shall love Him."
"No doubt—but it's rather awful. The more we know Him," Gedge reflected, "the more we shall love Him. We don't as yet, you see, know Him so very tremendously."
"We do so quite as well, I imagine, as the sort of people they've had. And that probably isn't—unless you care, as we do—so awfully necessary. For there are the facts."
"Yes—there are the facts."
"I mean the principal ones. They're all that the people—the people who come—want."
"Yes—they must be all they want."
"So that they're all that those who've been in charge have needed to know."
"Ah," he said as if it were a question of honour, "we must know everything."
She cheerfully acceded: she had the merit, he felt, of keeping the case within bounds. "Everything. But about him personally," she added, "there isn't, is there? so very, very much."
"More, I believe, than there used to be. They've made discoveries."
It was a grand thought. "Perhaps we shall make some!"
"Oh, I shall be content to be a little better up in what has been done." And his eyes rested on a shelf of books, half of which, little worn but much faded, were of the florid "gift" order and belonged to the house. Of those among them that were his own most were common specimens of the reference sort, not ex-
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