reluctant to answer her. He found it difficult.

“What does it mean?” she insisted.

“It means the triumph of the Resurrection.”

She hesitated, baffled, a fear came upon her. What were these things? Something dark and powerful seemed to extend before her.

Was it wonderful after all?

But no — she refused it.

“Whatever it may pretend to mean, what it is is a silly absurd toy-lamb with a Christmas-tree flag ledged on its paw — and if it wants to mean anything else, it must look different from that.”

He was in a state of violent irritation against her. Partly he was ashamed