with you for talking to me like this, when you know—when you know what harm you've done me! You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted! Out upon such—I don't believe in you—I hate it!'
'Tess,' he insisted; 'don't speak so! It came to me like a shining light! And you don't believe me? What don't you believe?'
'Your conversion. Your scheme of religion.'
'Why?'
She dropped her voice. 'Because a better man than you does not believe in such.'
'What a woman's reason! Who is this better man?'
'I cannot tell you.'
'Well,' he declared, a resentment beneath his words seeming ready to spring out at a moment's notice, 'God forbid that I should say I am a good man—and you know I don't say any such thing. I am new to goodness, truly; but new comers see farthest sometimes.'
