"No, I would not. There is misery enough in the world without my adding to it."
"Would you help him to escape?"
"Yes, if what you tell me is true and he trusted me."
Sister Teresa rose to her feet, crossed herself, and said in a voice that seemed to come through pent-up tears:
"Thank God! I go now to pray. It is my Hour of Silence."
When she returned, Nurse Jennings was still in her seat in the bow. The sun shone bright and warm, and the sea had become calm.
"You look rested, Sister," she said, looking up into her face. "Your color is fresher and the dark rings have gone from your eyes. Did you sleep?"
"No, I wait for the night to sleep. It is hard enough then."
"What did you do?"
"I prayed for you and for myself. Come to the stateroom—I have something to tell you."