But now he must sit down, and wring his hands, and write letters, because he knew that it would come to your ears, and that you would make it good.

There's old Ellary, too! Well, of course he was always poor, but at least he did something, and so kept himself out of mischief.

Not a stroke will he do now, but smokes and talks scandal from morning to night.

And the worst of it is, that it not only hurts those who have had your help, but it unsettles those who have not.

They all have an injured, surly feeling as if other folk were getting what they had an equal right to.