It was the new religion completing its foundations.

The desire to be healed did heal; the thirst for a miracle worked the miracle.

A Deity of pity and hope was evolved from man's sufferings, from that longing for falsehood and relief which, in every age of humanity, has created the marvellous palaces of the realms beyond, where an almighty Power renders justice and distributes eternal happiness.
And thus the ailing ones of the Sainte-Honorine Ward only beheld in the victory of the Grotto the triumph of their hopes of cure.

Along the rows of beds there was a quiver of joy when, with his heart stirred by all those poor faces turned towards him, eager for certainty, Pierre repeated: "God had conquered.

Since that day the miracles have never ceased, and it is the most humble who are the most frequently relieved." Then he laid down the little book.