“Exactly, and I to the Club grounds.  Diametrically opposite, you see.”

“But Uncle Lawrence promised me.  He said no one wanted the sleigh this afternoon.”

“The Judge should not allow himself to jump at such hasty conclusions before hearing the decision of the Foreman of the Jury.  It is an unwise procedure for his Lordship.”

“But poor little Hans will be so disappointed!  He has been looking forward to it for weeks.”

“Disappointed!  My dear coz, the placid Teutonic mind is impervious to anything so unphilosophical.  It will teach him the truth of the adage that ’there is many a slip ‘twixt the cup and the lip,’ and in the future he will not be so foolish as to look forward to anything.”

Evadne’s lips quivered.  “You are cruel,” she said, “to shut out the sunlight from a poor little crippled child!”

“My dear coz, I give you my word of honor, I am sorry.  But there is nothing to make a fuss about.  Any other day will suit your little beggar just as well.  I promised some of the fellows to drive them out and a Hildreth cannot break his word, you know.”

“You have made me break mine,” said Evadne sadly, as she passed him to go upstairs.

“Ah, you are a woman,” said Louis coolly, “that alters everything.”

Did it alter everything?  Evadne was pacing her floor with flashing eyes.  “Was there one rule of honor for Louis, another for herself?  No! no! no!  How perfectly hateful he is!” and she stamped her foot with sudden passion.  “I despise him!”

Suddenly she fell on her knees beside the lounge and cowered among its cushions, while the eyes of the Christ, reproachfully tender, seemed to pierce her very soul.  “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you,—­that ye may be the children of your Father in heaven, for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”

His sorrowful tones seemed to crush her into the earth.  Was this her Christ-likeness?  And she had let Marion say she was better than them all!  What if she or Louis were to see her now?  He would say again, as he had said before, “There is not much of the ‘meek and lowly’ in evidence at present.”  “And he would be right,” she cried remorsefully.  “Oh, Jesus Christ, is this the way I am following thee!”

“You do right to feel annoyed,” argued self.  “It hurts you to disappoint Gretchen and Hans.”

“It is your own pride that is hurt,” answered her inexorable conscience.  “You wanted to pose as a Lady Bountiful.  It is humiliating to let these poor people see that you are of no consequence in your uncle’s house.  Christ kept no carriage.  It is not what you do but what you are, that proves your kinship with the Lord.”

It was a very humble Evadne who, late in the afternoon, walked slowly towards the German quarter.  “I am very sorry,” she said quietly, when she had reached the spotless rooms where Gretchen made a home for her crippled brother, “my cousin had made arrangements to use the sleigh this afternoon, so we could not have our drive.  I am very sorry.”