Now he had his enemy beneath his feet, and for several days this thought satisfied him, and he hid his secret morsel of vengeance and found it sweet--sharply, bitterly sweet--for even yet conscience pleaded hard with him.
As he sat counting his columns of figures, every gentle, forgiving word of Christ came into his heart.

He knew well that Donald would receive his quarterly allowance before the bill was due, and that he must have relied on this to meet it.

He also knew enough of Donald's affairs to guess something of the emergency that he must have been in ere he would have yielded to so dangerous an alternative.

There were times when he determined to send for Donald, show him the frightful danger in which he stood, and then tear the note before his eyes, and leave its payment to his honor.

He even realized the peace which would flow from such a deed.