“She has a motive to give her strength; I see it in her eyes.”
“Possibly! but don’t tell me you can detect motives in people’s eyes.”
“I can; she is a woman, you are not.”
“I give it up,” said Paul. “You have the advantage of me in feminine insight; what is her motive?”
“To pray for us,” said Adele seriously. “I feel sure of it; the good old soul, she looks it and acts it; she’s going to pray.”
“By machinery?”
“It is for us, I tell you, Paul; I don’t care if she doesn’t say a word; she’s doing it for us!—don’t you see her?”
“Oh!”
“Watch, and pray yourself, and you will see.”
Paul watched, but he couldn’t pray, not just then, so he whispered: “Taoists and Buddhists don’t pray, anyhow—they only mutter.”