The words were clearly written in Helen's neat, precise manner; there was not a hesitating line in the whole.

She had evidently written it with care and consideration.
No one could tell how that slip of paper haunted him.

Even in the darkness of its secret hiding-place his spiritual eyes saw it clearly day and night.
To give to the poor all he had intended to give to Helen! He could not! He could not! He could not do it! Helen could not have known what she was asking.

He had meant, in one way or another, to give her, as the founder of the new line of Crawfords, at least one hundred thousand pounds.

Was it reasonable to scatter hither and yon such a large sum, earned, as he told himself pitifully, "by his ain wisdom and enterprise!" The dominie knew nothing of this terrible struggle going on ever in the man's soul who sat by his side.