I mean, in short, to put the matter right, if I can." "And why are you to do this, John ?" "You might ask the same question of anybody else," said he; "and according to that the duty of righting these poor men would belong to nobody.

If we are to act on that principle, the weak are never to be protected, injustice is never to be opposed, and no one is to struggle for the poor!" And Bold began to comfort himself in the warmth of his own virtue.
"But is there no one to do this but you, who have known Mr Harding so long?
Surely, John, as a friend, as a young friend, so much younger than Mr Harding--" "That's woman's logic, all over, Mary.

What has age to do with it?
Another man might plead that he was too old; and as to his friendship, if the thing itself be right, private motives should never be allowed to interfere.

Because I esteem Mr Harding, is that a reason that I should neglect a duty which I owe to these old men?
or should I give up a work which my conscience tells me is a good one, because I regret the loss of his society ?" "And Eleanor, John ?" said the sister, looking timidly into her brother's face.
"Eleanor, that is, Miss Harding, if she thinks fit,--that is, if her father--or, rather, if she--or, indeed, he,--if they find it necessary--but there is no necessity now to talk about Eleanor Harding; but this I will say, that if she has the kind of spirit for which I give her credit, she will not condemn me for doing what I think to be a duty." And Bold consoled himself with the consolation of a Roman.
Mary sat silent for a while, till at last her brother reminded her that the notes must be answered, and she got up, and placed her desk before her, took out her pen and paper, wrote on it slowly: PAKENHAM VILLAS Tuesday morning MY DEAR ELEANOR, I-- and then stopped, and looked at her brother.
"Well, Mary, why don't you write it ?" "Oh, John," said she, "dear John, pray think better of this." "Think better of what ?" said he.
"Of this about the hospital,--of all this about Mr Harding,--of what you say about those old men.

Nothing can call upon you,--no duty can require you to set yourself against your oldest, your best friend.
Oh, John, think of Eleanor.