The coachman and footman on the box were soaking wet, and kept their heads down to avoid the sting of the rain in their eyes.

The horses were streaming with rain and the carriage might have been a watercart.
When the caller, a rich lady, arrived in the drawing-room, polite wonder was expressed at her boldness in coming out on such a dreadful day.

She seemed surprised.

"Oh, but I came in a closed carriage," she explained.
This innocent remark opened the eyes of Miss Royden to the obliquity of vision which is wrought, all unconsciously in many cases, by the power of selfishness.

The condition of her coachman and footman had never for a moment presented itself to the lady's mind.