"All one can," Mr. Dillwyn repeated.
"You cannot put it at a lower figure. I was struck with a word in one of Mrs. Barclay's books—'the Life and Correspondence of John Foster,'—'Power, to its very last particle, is duty.'"
"But that would be to make life a terrible responsibility."
"Say noble—not terrible!" said Lois.
"I confess it seems to me terrible also. I do not see how you can get rid of the element of terribleness."
"Yes,—if duty is neglected. Not if duty is done."
"Who does his duty, at that rate?"
"Some people try," said Lois.
"And that trying must make life a servitude."
"Service—not servitude!" exclaimed Lois again, with the same wholesome, hearty ring in her voice that her companion had noticed before.