You will, indeed!" "How clearly you reason about other people's duty!" said the Philosopher.

"If you had seen your own duty half so clearly, some of us would have been better off, and your account would have been straighter." Here Mrs.Anderson grew very angry, and vented her spleen in a solemn exhortation to Andrew to get ready for the coming of the Master, not three weeks off at the farthest, and she warned him that the archangel might blow his trumpet at any moment.

Then where would he be?
she asked in exultation.

Human meanness is never so pitiful as when it tries to seize on God's judgments as weapons with which to gratify its own spites.

I trust this remark will not be considered as applying only to Mrs.Anderson.
But Mrs.Anderson fired off all the heavenly small-shot she could find in the teeth and eyes of Andrew, and then, to prevent a rejoinder, she told him it was time for her to go to secret prayer, and she only stopped upon the threshold to send back one Parthian arrow in the shape of a warning to "watch and be ready." I wonder if a certain class of religious people have ever thought how much their exclusiveness and Pharisaism have to do with the unhappy fruitlessness of all their appeals! Had Mrs.Anderson been as blameless as an angel, such exhortations would have driven a weaker than Andrew to hate the name of religion.
But I must not moralize, for Mr.Humphreys has already divulged his plan of disposing of the property.