She knew that the poor would have been better off if Mr.Belcher had never lived, and that the wealth which surrounded her with luxuries was taken from the poor.

It was this, at the bottom, that made her sad, and this that had filled her for many years with discontent.
When the tea was disposed of, Mrs.Dillingham rose to go.

She lived a few blocks distant, and it was necessary for Mr.Belcher to walk home with her.

This he was glad to do, though she assured him that it was entirely unnecessary.

When they were in the street, walking at a slow pace, the lady, in her close, confiding way, said: "Do you know, I take a great fancy to Mrs.Belcher ?" "Do you, really ?" "Yes, indeed.