"You are so kind to me, Mr. Winthrop, I will tell you everything after this."
"No rash promises, please. Before the winter is over you will be plunged into tears and distress again over some fresh exploit."
"I won't mind a few tears if I get your forgiveness in the end."
He went directly to his study, leaving Mrs. Flaxman and myself to the cheerful quiet of our fireside. She turned to me saying,
"Tell me all about your blind friend, Medoline. How you first got to know him, and what he is like."
I very gladly gave her as full a picture as I was able of the Larkums and Mr. Bowen, their poverty and his goodness included.
"You have made all these discoveries in a few months, and been doing so much for them, and here have I been living beside them for years and did not even know of their existence. What makes the difference in us, Medoline?" she exclaimed sorrowfully.
"I think God must have planned my meeting in the train with Mrs. Blake. I would not have known but for her."
"I expect He plans many an opportunity for us to serve our generation, but we are too selfishly indolent to do the work he puts in our way."
"When I came to Oaklands at first it seemed as if my life was completed, and I wondered how I was to occupy the days, and years stretching out so long before me. Now I believe I could find work to occupy me for a thousand years; that is, if Mr. Winthrop lived too, and continued to help me with my reading and studies," I added, thinking how much the latter employment added to my enjoyment.