It's good enough for such rabble as that, sir. What does it matter where they go? Supposing he went bankrupt before he was twenty-eight years old, the money was to be mine absolutely, but she could trust me, she said, to hand it over to Ernest in due time. "Take heed, take heed, Miss Wright, lest a similar fate be yours," said the young officer. Herbert recounted fully all that had occurred. His leaving Deadham School, the visit to the west country, Sir Rupert Farrington鈥檚 ill-treatment. 鈥淚 generally get up a bit later,鈥?said Martin with an air of apology. 鈥淲ho the deuce is Camille?鈥?thought Martin. 亚洲套图_欧美图片 偷窥自拍性综合图区 "I could not understand all the Chief said, but his manner indicated tenderness and sympathy, which led me to believe that the light which was beginning to brighten the darkened lives of many of his people was dawning upon him also. I suppose after all that no one whose mind was not, to put it mildly, abnormal, ever yet aimed very high out of pure malice aforethought. I once saw a fly alight on a cup of hot coffee on which the milk had formed a thin skin; he perceived his extreme danger, and I noted with what ample strides and almost supermuscan effort he struck across the treacherous surface and made for the edge of the cup 鈥?for the ground was not solid enough to let him raise himself from it by his wings. As I watched him I fancied that so supreme a moment of difficulty and danger might leave him with an increase of moral and physical power which might even descend in some measure to his offspring. But surely he would not have got the increased moral power if he could have helped it, and he will not knowingly alight upon another cup of hot coffee. The more I see, the more sure I am that it does not matter why people do the right thing so long only as they do it, nor why they may have done the wrong if they have done it. The result depends upon the thing done and the motive goes for nothing. I have read somewhere, but cannot remember where, that in some country district there was once a great scarcity of food, during which the poor suffered acutely; many indeed actually died of starvation, and all were hard put to it. In one village, however, there was a poor widow with a family of young children, who, though she had small visible means of subsistence, still looked well-fed and comfortable, as also did all her little ones. 鈥淗ow,鈥?everyone asked, 鈥渄id they manage to live?鈥?It was plain they had a secret, and it was equally plain that it could be no good one; for there came a harried, hunted look over the poor woman鈥檚 face if anyone alluded to the way in which she and hers throve when others starved; the family, moreover, were sometimes seen out at unusual hours of the night, and evidently brought things home, which could hardly have been honestly come by. They knew they were under suspicion, and, being hitherto of excellent name, it made them very unhappy, for it must be confessed that they believed what they did to be uncanny if not absolutely wicked; nevertheless, in spite of this they throve, and kept their strength when all their neighbours were pinched. 鈥榃ho and what is this witness? and why is he not here?鈥? Then you think I can be trusted out of the doctor's hands? 鈥淗ave patience, cultivate Martin鈥檚 sense of humour and make F茅lise give you lessons in domestic economy. The cook might instruct you in the various processes whereby eggs are rendered edible and you might also learn how to launder clothes without disaster to flesh or linen. I am afraid you are wasting your time. Remember you鈥檙e not like Martin who needs this rest to get his soul into proper condition. I will come whither my heart draws me鈥攆or I yearn to see my little F茅lise鈥攁s soon as I am allowed to do so by my manifold avocations and responsibilities.鈥?