She was thus aloof from them all and relied upon no
one. The centre of her life was, of course, her religion, but of
this she never spoke, although strangely enough no one doubted the
intensity of her belief and the reality of her devotion.
She was a determined follower of Mr. Warlock; what he said she
believed, but here, too, there seemed to be no personal attachment.
She did not allow criticism of him in her own presence, but, on the
other hand, she never spoke as though it would distress her very
greatly to lose him. He was a sign, a symbol . . . If one symbol
went another could be found.
To Martin she was the one out-standing proof of the reality of the
Chapel. All the others--his sister, Miss Avies, Thurston, Crashaw,
the Miss Cardinals, yes, and his father too, were, in one way or
another, eccentric, abnormal, but Miss Pyncheon was the sane every-
day world, the worldly world, the world of drinks and dinners, and
banks and tobacconists, and yet she believed as profoundly as any of
them. What did she believe? She was an Inside Saint, therefore she
must have accepted this whole story of the Second Coming and the
rest of it.
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