onsequences. The longer
I live, the more fully I see that. Let us try simply to do right
actions, without thinking of the feelings they are to call out in
others. We know that no holy or self-denying effort can fall to the
ground vain and useless; but the sweep of eternity is large, and God
alone knows when the effect is to be produced. We are trying to do
right now, and to feel right; don't let us perplex ourselves with
endeavouring to map out how she should feel, or how she should show
her feelings."

"That's all very fine, and I dare say very true," said Miss Benson, a
little chagrined. "But 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush;'
and I would rather have had one good, hearty 'Thank you,' now, for
all I have been planning to do for her, than the grand effects you
promise me in the 'sweep of eternity.' Don't be grave and sorrowful,
Thurstan, or I'll go out of the room. I can stand Sally's scoldings,
but I can't bear your look of quiet depression whenever I am a little
hasty or impatient. I had rather you would give me a good box on the
ear."

"And I would often rather you would speak, if ever so hastily,
instead of whistling. So, if I box your ears when I am vexed with
you, will you promise to scold me when you are put out of the way,
instead of whistling?"

"Very well! that's a bargain. You box, and I scold. But, seriously,
I began to calculate our money when she so cavalierly sent off the
fifty-pound note (I can't help admiring her for it), and I am very
much afraid we shall not have enough to pay the doctor's bill, and
take her home with us."

"She must go inside the coach whatever we do," said Mr Benson,
decidedly. "Who's there? Come in! Oh! Mrs Hughes! Sit down."

"Indeed, sir, and I cannot stay; but the young lady has just made me
find up her watch for her, and asked me to get it sold to pay the
doctor, and the little things she has had since she came; and please,
sir, indeed, I don't know where to sell it nearer than Carnarvon."

"That is good of her," said Miss Benson, her sense of justice
satisfied; and, remembering the way in which Ruth had spoken of the
watch, she felt what a sacrifice it must have been to resolve to part
with it.

"And her goodness just helps us out of our dilemma," said her
brother, who was unaware of the feelings with which Ruth regarded her
watch, or, perhaps, he might have parted with his Facciolati.

Mrs Hughes patiently awaited their leisure for answering her
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