MAY. A saint! A saint is--I am sure you know!
L. If I did, it would not make me sure that you knew too, May: but
I don't.
VIOLET (expressing the incredulity of the audience). Oh,--sir!
L. That is to say, I know that people are called saints who are
supposed to be better than others: but I don't know how much
better they must be, in order to be saints; nor how nearly anybody
may be a saint, and yet not be quite one; nor whether everybody
who is called a saint was one; nor whether everybody who isn't
called a saint, isn't one.
(General silence; the audience feeling themselves on the verge of
the Infinities--and a little shocked--and much puzzled by so many
questions at once.)
L. Besides, did you never hear that verse about being--called to
be "saints"?
MAY (repeats Rom. i. 7).
L. Quite right, May. Well, then, who are called to be that? People
in Rome only?
MAY. Everybody, I suppose, whom God loves.