"Your way of talking," said I, "seems to do away with all moral indignation."
He smiled, and then looked sadly into the fire—"God help us all," he said. "We are all struggling in the water together and pulling one another under—our best virtues are such a miserable muddle—and then—there's the beam in our own eye."
There was a depth of pathos in his dark eyes as he spoke, and suddenly a smile flashed over his features, and looking around, he said—
"So, what do you think of that, my cat,
And what do you think of that, my dog."
CHAPTER XV.
I MEET A VISION.