There is a disposition to relieve them; henceforth their misery shall be less; better times are coming.

This is all they know about it.

A few month after, in July,[1113] the only answer a peasant girl can make to Arthur Young is, "something was to be done by some great folks for such poor ones, but she did not know who nor how." The thing is too complicated, beyond the reach of a stupefied and mechanical brain .-- One idea alone emerges, the hope of immediate relief.

The persuasion that one is entitled to it, the resolution to aid it with every possible means.

Consequently, an anxious waiting, a ready fervor, a tension of the will simply due to the waiting for the opportunity to let go and take off like a irresistible arrow towards the unknown end which will reveal itself all of a sudden.