I have thought so often of the parable of the talents; only I fear this case is worse.

His poor mother! I wonder if I could write to her! Yet I hardly know how to.' 'Is this a--a wicked woman, mother ?' Adela asked falteringly.
Mrs.Waltham shook her head and sighed.
'My love, don't you see that she is an actress ?' 'But if all actresses are wicked, how is it that really good people go to the theatre ?' 'I am afraid they oughtn't to.

The best of us are tempted into thoughtless pleasure.

But now I don't want you to brood over things which it is a sad necessity to have to glance at.

Read your chapter, darling, and get to bed.' To bed--but not to sleep.