"Or from other people's follies."
"That is true. But how would you help, Lois?"
"Where there's a will, there's a way, Mrs. Barclay."
"You are thinking of help to the poor? There is a great deal of that done."
"I am thinking of poverty, and sickness, and weakness, and ignorance, and injustice. And a grand man could do a great deal. But not if he lived like the creatures in this book. I never saw such a book."
"But we must take men as we find them; and most men are busy seeking their own happiness. You cannot blame them for that. It is human nature."
"I blame them for seeking it so. And it is not happiness that people play whist for, till four o'clock in the morning."
"What then?"
"Forgetfulness, I should think; distraction; because they do not know anything about happiness."
"Who does?" said Mrs. Barclay sadly.