It'll be interesting." "You seem to take it pretty easily," murmured the prelate.
"Oh, the facts are established a hundred times over--the facts, I mean, that cures take place here which are not even approached in mental laboratories.

But---" He was interrupted by a sudden movement of the brancardiers.
"See, they're removing her," he said.

"Now, what'll you do, Monsignor?
Will you go down to the grotto, or would you sooner watch a few more cases ?" "I think I'd sooner stay here," said the other, "at least for an hour or two." (IV) It was the hour of the evening procession and of the Benediction of the Sick.
All day long the man who had lost his memory had gone to and fro with his companions, each wearing the little badge that gave them entrance everywhere; they had lunched with Dr.Meurot himself.
If Monsignor Masterman had been impressed by the social power of Catholicism at Versailles, and by its religious reality in Rome, he was ten thousand times more impressed by its scientific courage here in Lourdes.

For here religion seemed to have stepped down into an arena hitherto (as he fancied) restricted to the play of physical forces.

She had laid aside her oracular claims, her comparatively unsupported assertions of her own divinity; had flung off her robes of state and authority and was competing here on equal terms with the masters of natural law--more, she was accepted by them as their mistress.