And now perhaps you will be angry again." "No, indeed, why should I be angry?
I daresay that you are quite right, and I only hope that I may be able to believe again.

I will tell you how I lost belief.

I had a little brother whom I loved more than anything else in the world, indeed after my mother died he was the only thing I really had to love, for I think that my father cares more for Elizabeth than he does for me, she is so much the better at business matters, and Elizabeth and I never quite got on.

I daresay that the fault is mine, but the fact remains--we are sisters but we are not intimate.

Well, my brother fell ill of a fever, and for a long time he lay between life and death, and I prayed for him as I never prayed for anybody or anything before--yes, I prayed that I might die instead of him.