"Oh, mother! how beautiful it used to be to look over London Bridge at night when we came back from the Crystal Palace!" In the end Zillah accepted the compromise, and after their dinner of fish and vegetables--for which Brum had scant appetite--they were confided by the hotel porter to a bulbous-nosed cabman, who had instructions to restore them to the hotel. Zillah thought wistfully of her warm parlour in Dalston, with the firelight reflected in the glass cases of the wax flowers. The cab stopped on a quay. "Well?" said Brum breathlessly. "Little fool!" said Zillah good-humouredly. "There is nothing but water--the same water as in London." "But there are lights, aren't there?" "Yes, there are lights," she admitted cheerfully. "Where is the moon?" "Where she always is--in the sky." "Doesn't she make a silver path on the water?" he said, with a sob in his voice. "What are you crying at? The mother didn't mean to make you cry." She strained him contritely to her bosom, and kissed away his tears. XII The train for Switzerland started so early that Brum had no time to say his morning prayers; so, the carriage being to themselves, he donned his phylacteries and his praying-shawl with the blue stripes. Zillah sat listening to the hour-long recitative with admiration of his memory. Early in the hour she interrupted him to say: "How lucky I haven't to say all that! I should get tired." "That's curious!" replied Brum. "I was just saying, 'Blessed art Thou, O Lord our God, who hath not made me a woman.' But a woman _has_ to pray, too, mother. Else why is there given a special form for the women to substitute?--'Who hath made me according to His will.'" "Ah, that's only for learned women. Only learned women pray." "Well, you'd like to pray the Benediction that comes next, mother, I know. Say it with me--do." She repeated the Hebrew obediently, then asked: "What does it mean?" "'Blessed art Thou, O Lord our God, who openest the eyes of the blind.'" "Oh, my poor Brum! Teach it me! Say the Hebrew again." She repeated it till she could say it unprompted. And then throughout the journey her lips moved with it at odd times. It became a talisman--a compromise with the God who had failed her. "Blessed art Thou, O Lord our God, who openest the eyes of the blind." XIII Mountains were the great sensation of the passage through Switzerland. Brum had never seen a mountain, and the thought of being among the highest mountains in Europe was thrilling. Even Zillah's eyes could scarcely miss the mountains. She painted them in broad strokes. But they did not at all correspond to Brum's expectations of the Alps. "Don't you see glaciers?" he asked anxiously. "No," replied Zillah, but kept a sharp eye on the windows of passing chalets till the boy discovered that she was looking for glaziers at work. "Great masses of ice," he explained, "sliding down very slowly, and glittering like the bergs in the Polar regions."