To others, he said nothing.
Ever since Dorian had been taught to lisp his simple prayers at his mother's knee, he had found strength and comfort in going to the Lord.
With the growth of his knowledge of the gospel and his enlarged vision of God's providences, his prayers became a source of power.

Uncle Zed had taught him that this trustful reliance on a higher power was essential to his progress.

The higher must come to the help of the lower, but the lower must seek for that help and sincerely accept it when offered.

As a child, his prayers had been very largely a set form, but as he had come in contact with life and its experiences, he had learned to suit his prayers to his needs.

Just now, Carlia and her welfare was the burden of his petitions.
The University course must wait another year, so Dorian and his mother decided.