"It's no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when
one doesn't....

"And as for praying for faith--this sort of monologue is about as near
as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. Aren't I asking--asking
plainly now?...

"We've all been mixing our ideas, and we've got intellectual hot
coppers--every blessed one of us....

"A confusion of motives--that's what I am!...

"There is this absurd craving for Mr. Capes--the 'Capes crave,' they
would call it in America. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him,
and think about him, and fail to get away from him?

"It isn't all of me.

"The first person you love, Ann Veronica, is yourself--get hold of that!
The soul you have to save is Ann Veronica's soul...."

She knelt upon the floor of her cell and clasped her hands, and remained
for a long time in silence.

"Oh, God!" she said at last, "how I wish I had been taught to pray!"

Part 3

She had some idea of putting these subtle and difficult issues to the
chaplain when she was warned of his advent. But she had not reckoned
with the etiquette of Canongate. She got up, as she had been told to
do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to
custom, on her stool. He still wore his hat, to show that the days
of miracles and Christ being civil to sinners are over forever. She
perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his
features severely compressed. He was ruffled, and his ears were red,
no doubt from some adjacent controversy. He classified her as he seated
himself.

"Another young woman, I suppose," he said, "who knows better than her
Maker about her place in the world. Have you anything to ask me?"

Ann Veronica readjusted her mind hastily. Her back stiffened. She
produced from the depths of her pride the ugly investigatory note of
the modern district visitor. "Are you a special sort of clergyman," she
said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, "or do you go to
the Universities?"

"Oh!" he said, profoundly.

He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful
gesture, got up and left the cell.

So that Ann Veronica was not able to get the expert advice she certainly
needed upon her spiritual state.

Part 4

After a day or so she thought more steadily. She found herself in a
phase of violent reaction against the suffrage movement, a phase
greatly promoted by one of those unreasonable object