"Then you will take that house we spoke of?"
"I will talk to you about it when all this is over. If you could only live a few weeks among these people! And they say it is but the beginning. There will be downright starvation soon. Thousands dying in the very streets."
"Just because God Almighty has sent an extra turn of winter. Well, you are doing fine things, anyway. This is better than the Temple we spoke of."
"Why is it better?"
"Because there are brains behind it. They are the only things which count in the story of great causes—brains and money. I put them in their proper order."
"Ah!" she exclaimed; "of course you think of the money."
"How can I help it? What is feeding these people? Bread! But you don't buy bread with a stone."
She smiled.
"There will be always money for those who really suffer. I count upon Mr. Trevelle for all that. He is a miracle."
And then she said: