“No, but they know no more than I. They, too scoff and doubt and are miserable.”
“You will soon get out.”
“For God’s sake, help me to do so!”
“Poor soul!” said Mrs. Mailey in her sweet, caressing voice, a voice which could bring every animal to her side. “You have suffered much. But do not think of yourself. Think of these others. Try to bring one of them up and so you will best help yourself.”
“Thank you, lady, I will. There is one here whom I brought. He has heard you. We will go on together. Perhaps some day we may find the light.”
“Do you like to be prayed for?”
“Yes, yes, indeed I do!”
“I will pray for you,” said Mason. “Could you say the ‘Our Father’ now?” He uttered the old universal prayer, but before he had finished Terbane had collapsed again among the cushions. He sat up again as Chang.
“He come on well,” said the control. “He give up time for others who wait. That is good. Now I have hard case. Ow!”
He gave a comical cry of disapprobation and sank back.