Her lips did not even move; it was her wounded heart which prayed, which desperately begged for its share of love and happiness.
Ah! that inextinguishable thirst for happiness which brought them all there, wounded either in body or in spirit; Pierre also felt it parching his throat, in an ardent desire to be quenched.

He longed to cast himself upon his knees, to beg the divine aid with the same humble faith as that woman.

But his limbs were as though tied; he could not find the words he wanted, and it was a relief when he at last felt someone touch him on the arm.

"Come with me, Monsieur l'Abbe, if you do not know the Grotto," said a voice.

"I will find you a place.