"You are tired," said Mrs. Barclay sympathizingly.
"Not that. I have done nothing to tire me; but it strikes me it is very difficult to see one's ends in doing good; much more difficult than to see the way to the ends."
"You have partly missed your end, haven't you?" said Mrs. Barclay softly.
He moved a little restlessly in his chair; then got up and began to walk about the room; then came and sat down again.
"What are you going to do next?" she asked in the same way.
"Suppose you invite them—the two girls—or her alone—to make you a visit in New York?"
"Where?"
"At any hotel you prefer; say, the Windsor."
"O Philip, Philip!"—
"What?—You could have pleasant rooms, and be quite private and comfortable; as much as if you were in your own house."