“One can pray,” he said.
“Emilia and I pray for his conversion night and morning.”
“That is good,” he approved.
“But that is surely not enough?”
“One can have Masses said.”
“Monsignor Langshawe, at the castle, says a Mass for him twice a week.”
“That is good,” approved the Cardinal.
“But is that enough?”
“Why doesn't Monsignor Langshawe call upon him—cultivate his acquaintance—talk with him—set him thinking?” the Cardinal enquired.
“Oh, Monsignor Langshawe!” Beatrice sighed, with a gesture. “He is interested in nothing but geology—he would talk to him of nothing but moraines—he would set him thinking of nothing but the march of glaciers.”