She knelt down by its side and prayed for a good fifteen minutes

From Trying to Please by John Julius Norwich.  Page 233. 

My stay there also gave me the opportunity of boasting that I had lunch and dinner with Charlie Chaplin.

I had met him staying with Paul-Louis Weiller at La Reine Jeanne and he had invited me to look him up if I were ever near Lausanne, so one day I did precisely that: found his name in the telephone book—in those days the concept of “ex-directory” was unknown in Switzerland—and dialed his number. Rather to my surprise, he answered the telephone himself; still more to my surprise, he remembered me and invited me over to lunch. My greatest astonishment was when, on arrival at Lausanne station, he was there in person on the platform to meet me. Nobody seemed to recognize him; he bundled me into what seemed quite an ordinary car and drove me himself to the house. With his wife Oona and several lovely daughters we had a delicious barbecue on the lawn, he personally doing most of the cooking. This was quite fascinating to watch: there, again and again, were all the little mannerisms that one knew so well from his films—the quick shrug of the shoulders, the cocking of the head to one side, the lightning smile, gone almost before it appeared. And he had a wonderful fund of stories; one that I well remember was his chance meeting with the evangelist Aimée Semple MacPherson in a Marseille hotel. Both were alone, so he invited her out to dinner; and the evening ended in his bedroom. Just as she was about to join him in the bed, she knelt down by its side and prayed for a good fifteen minutes. He did a wonderful imitation of how he reached out an arm and lethargically tousled her curly hair as she did so.