"But that was an exceptional case," said Mr. Morley.
"Chiefly in this," returned Miss Clare, "that it was a case at all—that they were thus presented with a little more room on the face of the earth for a few hours."
"But you think the fresh air may have done them good?"
"Yes; but we were speaking, I thought, of what might serve towards the filling up of the gulf between the classes."
"Well, will not all kindness shown to the poor by persons in a superior station tend in that direction?"
"I maintain that you can do nothing for them in the way of kindness that shall not result in more harm than good, except you do it from and with genuine charity of soul; with some of that love, in short, which is the heart of religion. Except what is done for them is so done as to draw out their trust and affection, and so raise them consciously in the human scale, it can only tend either to hurt their feelings and generate indignation, or to encourage fawning and beggary. But"—
"I am entirely of your mind," said Mr. Blackstone. "But do go on."
"I was going to add," said Miss Clare, "that while no other charity than this can touch the sore, a good deal might yet be effected by bare justice. It seems to me high time that we dropped talking about charity, and took up the cry of justice. There, now, is a ground on which a man of your influence, Mr. Morley, might do much."
"I don't know what you mean, Miss Clare. So long as I pay the market value for the labor I employ, I do not see how more can be demanded of me—as a right, that is."
"We will not enter on that question, Marion, if you please," said Lady
Bernard.