"Yes, daughter, love is a great sweetener of labor of whatever kind it may be."
[CHAPTER X.]
"True faith and reason are the soul's two eyes,
Faith evermore looks upward and descries
Objects remote."
Quarles.
Mr. Keith and Wallace Ormsby were busy, each at his own desk; unbroken silence had reigned in the office for the last half hour, when suddenly dropping his pen and wheeling about in his chair, the elder gentleman addressed the younger:
"Why, how's this, Wallace? I haven't seen you in my house or heard of your being there for weeks; what's wrong?"
Wallace, taken by surprise, could only stammer out rather incoherently something about having had a good deal to do—"correspondence and other writing, studying up that case, you know, sir."
"Come, come, now, you're not so hard pushed with work that you can't take a little recreation now and then," returned his interrogator kindly; "and really I don't think you can find a much better place for that than my house; especially since Mildred's at home again."