'A working man in Lambeth. One of the most sympathetic natures I have ever met; a man who might have gone on all his life making candles—that is how things are arranged.'
'Making candles? What a funny change of occupation! And you really think you are doing good in that disagreeable place?'
'I can only hope.'
'You are quite sure you are not doing harm?'
'Does it seem to you that I am?'
Paula assumed an air of wisdom.
'Of course I have no right to speak of such things, but it is my opinion that you are destroying their sense of self-respect. I don't think they ought to have things given them; they should be encouraged to help themselves.'
He examined her face. It was obvious that this profound sentiment had not taken birth in Paula's charming little head, and he guessed from whom she had derived it.
'I have no doubt Mr. Dalmaine would agree with you,' he said smiling. 'I believe I have heard him say something of the kind.'
'I'm glad to hear it. Mr. Dalmaine is an authority in such matters.'