Now it was her turn.

Her eyes were lit with a seraphic fire, her sweet face resigned as that of an angel.
"I have thought it out," she murmured, gazing at him steadily, yet scarce seeing him.

"It is worth trying as a last expedient.

We are abandoned by all, save the Lord; and it does not appear to be His holy will to help us on earth.

We can struggle on here until we die.