Of course Kildare sat beside the lady.
The dinner opened very pleasantly.

_I_ could see that Isaacs' undisguised gratitude and delight in having at last met the man who had helped him had strongly predisposed John Westonhaugh in his favour.

Who is it that is not pleased at finding that some deed of kindness, done long ago with hardly a thought, has borne fruit and been remembered and treasured up by the receiver as the turning-point in his life?
Is there any pleasure greater than that we enjoy through the happiness of others--in those rare cases where kindness is not misplaced?
I had had time to reflect that Isaacs had most likely told a part of his story to Miss Westonhaugh on the previous afternoon as soon as he had recognised her brother.

He might have told her before; I did not know how long he had known her, but it must have been some time.

Presently she turned to him.
"Mr.Isaacs," said she, "some of us know something of your history.