Sitting down beside Leonore, she took her hand between her own and waited till the violent outbreak had ceased.
Then she said tenderly: "Oh, Leonore, don't you remember what you told me once when you were ill and I was sitting on your bed?
You told me that you found a song among your mother's music which always comforted you when you seemed to lose courage and confidence in God.

You said that it always made you feel that He was not forgetting you and your brother, and that he is looking after you in whatever way is best for you, even if you can't recognize it now.

Have you forgotten this?
Can you tell me your favorite verse in it ?" "Oh, yes, I can," said Leonore, "it is the verse: God, who disposest all things well, I want but what thou givest me, Oh how can we thine acts foretell, When Thou art far more wise than we?
"Yes, I always feel better when I think of that," Leonore added after a time in a totally changed voice.

"It makes me happy because I know that God can do for us what Salo and I can't do for ourselves.

But when everything stays the same for so long and there is no prospect of any change, it is so hard to keep this faith.