When we have eaten and drunk, the plate is handed round, and from the fulness of our heart we give abundantly.

We are cunning even in our well-doing.

We do not pass round the plate until the decanters have led the way.

And thus we degrade that quality of the human heart which is the best of all.
But Paul Howard Alexis had the good fortune to be rich out of England, and that roaring lion of modern days, organized charity, passed him by.
He was thus left to evolve from his own mind a mistaken sense of his duty toward his neighbor.

That there were thousands of well-meaning persons in black and other coats ready to prove to him that revenues gathered from Russia should be spent in the East End or the East Indies, goes without saying.