"Forgive me, but you made me
think--do you remember that night at Enton, when Lord Arranmore spoke
of his work amongst the poor, how the hopelessness of it began to haunt
him and weigh upon him till he reached the verge of madness. You had
something of that look just now."
He smiled faintly.
"Believe me, it was fancy," he answered, earnestly. "Remember, I am a
little out of sorts to-day. I am not discouraged; I have no cause to be
discouraged. A good many of the outside public misunderstand my work,
and Mr. Lavilette thinks I make money out of it. Then, of course, all
the organized charities are against me. But in spite of all I am able
to go on and increase day by day."
"It is wonderful," she declared. "I read everything in the papers about
you--and I get the monthly reports, for of course I am a subscriber--so
is mother. But--that brings your shameful neglect of us back into my
mind. I wrote to you begging to be allowed to inspect one of your
branches, and all I got back was a polite reply from your secretary to
the effect that the general public--even subscribers--were never allowed
in any of the branches as sightseers, and that all I could see was the
stores and general arrangements, for which he enclosed a view-card.
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