She rose, and going up to Mary from behind, put her arm round her, and whispered in her ear: "Mary, why don't you ask Jesus ?" Mary stopped short, and looked at Letty.

But she was not thinking about her; she was questioning herself: why had she not done as Letty said?
Something was wrong with her: that was clear, if nothing else was! She threw herself again on the couch, and Letty saw her body heaving with her sobs.

Then Letty was more frightened, and feared she had done wrong.

Was it her part to remind Mary of what she knew so much better than she?
"But, then, I was only referring her to herself!" she thought.
A few minutes, and Mary rose.

Her face was wet and white, but perplexity had vanished from it, and resolution had taken its place.
She threw her arms round Letty, and kissed her, and held her face against hers.