Margaret touched his arm very softly. She had not spoken before, nor had he heard her rise.
"Nicholas, we do not want to reason; you misunderstand my father. We do not reason--we believe; and so do you. It is the one sole comfort in such times."

Margaret touched his arm very softly. 'Nicholas, you misunderstand my father. We do not reason - we believe; and so do you. It is the only comfort in such times.'
