D. And can’t you make a little prayer on purpose?
C. I don’t know; I never tried.
D. Then go up into your chamber, my dear child, and kneel down where you always say your prayers every night, and pray to God just as if you could see him in the room with you. You may depend upon it. He is there.
C. Shall I ask him to help you cure Susan?
D. Ask him to cure her if it is best she should get well.
C. Why, it is best certainly. And will it be wrong to tell him how sorry I am that I forgot the window, and ask him to forgive me?
D. No, it will be quite right.
C. Then I will go this minute. You must come again before dinner—won’t you?
D. Yes, I must indeed.
WEDNESDAY MORNING.
Charles comes softly into his mother’s chamber, half dressed.