After I had finished my story, Mrs.Montgomery said, "He possesses will and strength of character, that is plain; but I can't say that I just like the deliberate process of _un_loving, if I may use the word, which you have described.

There is something too cold-blooded about it for me.

Like the oak, bent under the pressure of a fierce storm, he comes up erect too soon." I smiled at her view of the case, and answered, "You look upon it as a woman, I as a man.

To me, there is a certain moral grandeur in the way he has disenthralled himself from fetters that could not remain, without a life-long disability." "Oh, no doubt it was the wisest course," said Mrs.Montgomery.
"And may we not look among the wisest men, for the best and most reliable ?" I queried.
"Among those who are truly wise," she said, her voice giving emphasis to the word _truly_.
"What is it to be truly wise ?" "All true wisdom," she answered, "as it appertains to the affairs of this life, has its foundation in a just regard for others; for, in the degree that we are just to others, are we just to ourselves." "And is not the converse of your proposition true also?
In the degree that we are just to ourselves, are we not just to others ?" "Undoubtedly.

Each individual bears to common society, the same relation that a member, organ, or fibre, does to the human body, of which it makes a part.