And I am just now in the mood to feel that kindness is all that matters, in this mysterious life of ours.

Oh, I wish I had been kinder--to so many people!--I wish--I wish! The hands stretched out to me in the dark that I have passed by--the voices that have piped to me, and I have not danced-- "I mustn't cry.

It is hard that in one of the few cases when I had the chance to be kind, and did not wholly miss it, I should be making in the end a selfish bargain of it--claiming so much more than I ever gave! "Forgive me, my best of friends-- "You shall come and see me once about this letter, and then we won't discuss it again--ever.

I have talked over the business side of it with my lawyer, and asked him to tell you anything you don't yet know about my affairs and Helena's.

We needn't go into them." "One of the few cases where I had the chance to be kind." Why, Rachel Pitstone's life had been one continuous selfless offering to God and man, from her childhood to her last hour! He knew very well what he had owed her--what others had owed--to her genius for sympathy, for understanding, for a compassion which was also a stimulus.