"Is it so difficult? It never used to be very difficult, Matilda."
"No, sir; but things are—different."
"You are not different, are you?"
"I don't know," said Matilda, slowly; "I am afraid so. I feel very different."
"In what way?"
"Mr. Richmond," she went on, still slowly, and as if she were meditating her words,—"I don't see how I can do just right."
"In what respect?" said the minister, very quietly. Again Matilda paused.
"Mr. Richmond, is it always wrong to hate people?"
"What things should make it right for us to hate people?"
"I don't know," said Matilda in the same considering way, "when there isn't the least thing you can love them for, or like them?"