She asked the question hesitatingly, timidly, with an effort.
“Just get down on your knees in your room, Cassie, and pray. That is the way. There is no rule to follow.”
“Perhaps—perhaps I’ll try it.”
“Do it, Cassie,” urged Frank, earnestly. “It won’t do any harm, if it doesn’t do any good.”
“It won’t be blasphemy for me to do it?”
“Not if you are sincere.”
“Then I’m going to try it, Frank—I’m going to try it! I’m not strong enough to break the dreadful habit alone, and I believe the only way is for me to have some aid from Heaven. You have given me new hope. If I should—if I could get help that way, I’d owe everything to you.”
“No,” he said, with deep impressiveness, “you would owe it to no earthly power.”
Looking into her weary face, he softly added:
“I will pray for you, too, Cassie.”