There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration: they bind us over to rectitude and purity by their pure belief about us; and our sins become that worst kind of sacrilege which tears down the invisible altar of trust. ‘If you are not good, non is good’ – those little words may give a terrific meaning to responsibility, may hold a vitriolic intensity for remorse.