“Because I am different. Understand me! Do I understand myself? The Holy One—to whom be praise!—He understands us all.”
“But sometimes thou art willing to hear and talk, and at others thou art close shut up like a coffer.”
“Because that is how I feel.”
“I wish thou wouldst tell thy feelings to Father Bruno.”
“I shall wait till he asks me, I think,” said Belasez a little drily.
“Well, I am sure he will.”
“I am not sure that he will—twice.”
“Why, what wouldst thou say to him?”
“He will hear if he wants to know.”
And Belasez thereupon “shut up like a coffer,” and seemed to have lost her tongue for the remainder of the night.