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But Emmy seemed exceedingly surprised and even
alarmed, as though the question did not at all please her, but more
evidently distressed her.
"Don't you know that?" she said in a somewhat sullen and reserved tone
of voice. "I thought you were religious."
"I surely am, Emmy, but that is why I want to know more of him."
"But aren't you Catholics taught that?" Emmy asked.
"To be sure, Emmy, but that does not satisfy me. It tells me nothing. I
also want to feel that Christ is and what he is."
"Do you wish to turn Protestant?
"That makes no difference to me. I only do not want to use words
without knowing what they mean. When you say, 'Jesus Christ, our Lord,'
it seems as though you really knew what you meant with it."
"Of course I know!" said Emmy, the least bit crossly.
"Can't you make it clear to me, then?"
To my continued astonishment Emmy seemed to think this an unpleasant
topic of conversation. It seemed as though she wanted to get it over
with. She began, as though unwillingly, about God who had been born a
man, had died for our sins, had risen again.


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