"I could not say 'God bless you' in the same way.

You must ask God yourself for His blessing." For Felicita's soul had been thrust down into the depths of darkness.
Her early training had been simply and solely for this world: how to make life here graceful and enjoyable.

She could look back upon none but the vaguest aspirations after something higher in her girlhood.

It had been almost like a new revelation to her to see her mother-in-law's simple and devout piety, and to witness her husband's cheerful and manly profession of religion.

This was the point in his character which had attracted her most, and had been most likely to bind her to him.