"Now he will have ten, that is all," said Lady Ongar.

Mr.Giles acknowledged that if her ladyship pleased, Enoch Gubby must have the ten shillings, but declared that the business could not be carried on in that way.
Everybody about the place would expect an addition, and those people who did earn what they received, would think themselves cruelly used in being worse treated than Enoch Gubby, who, according to Mr.Giles, was by no means the most worthy old man in the parish.

And as for his daughter--oh! Mr.Giles could not trust himself to talk about the daughter to her ladyship.

Before he left her, Lady Ongar was convinced that she had made a mistake.

Not even from charity will pleasure come, if charity be taken up simply to appease remorse.
The price was in her hand.