"But he must have come to some conclusion?"
"Not necessarily," said Mr. Ferris, gravely. "A soul-struggle is continuous, it goes on——" Mr. Ferris waved his white hand toward infinity.
"But did not Ignatius decide to put the money where it would do the most good?" inquired Mr. Hopworthy.
"The phrase is yours," responded Mr. Ferris, "but it conveys my meaning dimly."
"As I recall the story," the other went on, "he resolved to sacrifice his own prejudices to the service of his fellow-creatures. But, when he thought of all who stood in need—the peasants tilling the fields, the sailors on the sea, the soldiers in the camp—he decided that it would be better to confine the benefit to one deserving object."
"A very sensible decision," Mabel opined, and Mr. Ferris muttered:
"Yes, that was my idea."
As the voices of the garden came to them on the summer breeze, he made a movement to consult his watch.