As it happens with many people who do not trouble about religion in the ordinary trend of life, I hastily invented a soft, warm, tear-misty God, and whispered an informal prayer. Let me get there in time, let him hold out till I come, let him tell me his secret. Now it was all snow: the glass had grown a grey beard.
The excerpt reflects the thoughts of a person who, despite usually neglecting religious matters, finds themselves seeking solace in a spiritual connection during a moment of crisis. The character invents a comforting image of God, seeking reassurance and understanding, indicating a deep emotional need in a time of uncertainty.
The imagery of snow and the glass with a "grey beard" evokes a sense of coldness and possibly the passage of time, suggesting the weight of the situation. The desire for a personal revelation or a secret from God highlights the character's yearning for meaning and intimacy in a moment of distress.
