if it had come from an utter stranger.  It established a claim because here was a human creature absolutely down and out come to us, picking us out from everybody, for succour.  Damn it, you’ve got to respond.  You’re picked out.  You!  One human creature by another human creature.  Breathing the same air.  Sharing the same mortality.  Responsible to the same God.  You’ve got to!  You can’t help yourself.  You’re caught.  If you hear some one appealing to any one else you can scuttle out of it.  Get away.  Pass by on the other side.  Square it with your conscience any old how.  But when that some one comes to you, you’re done, you’re fixed.  You may hate it.  You may loathe and detest the position that’s been forced on you.  But it’s there.  You can’t get out of it.  The same earth as your earth is there at your feet imploring you; and if you’ve got a grain, a jot of humanity, you must, you must, out of the very flesh and bones of you, respond to that cry of this your brother or your sister made as you yourself are made.

“‘Well, Hapgood,’ he went on, ’that’s one claim the girl had on us, and to my way of thinking it was enough.  But she had another, a personal claim.  She’d been in our house, in our service; she was our friend; sat with us; eaten with us; talked with us; shared with us; and now, now, turned to us.  Good God, man, was that to be refused?  Was that to be denied?  Were we going to repudiate that?  Were we going to say, “Yes, it’s true you were here.  You were all very well when you were of use to us; that’s all true and admitted; but now you’re in trouble and you’re no use to us; you’re in trouble and no use, and you can get to hell out of it.”  Good God, were we to say that?’

“You should have seen his face; you should have heard his voice; you should have seen him squirming and twisting in his chair as though this was the very roots of him coming up out of him and hurting him.  And I tell you, old man, it was the very roots of him.  It was his creed, it was his religion, it was his composition; it was the whole nature and basis and foundation of the man as it had been storing up within him all his life, ever since he was the rummy, thoughtful sort of beggar he used to be as a kid at old Wickamote’s thirty years ago.  It got me, I can tell you.  It made me feel funny.  Yes, and the next thing he went on to was equally the blood and bones of him.  In a way even more characteristic.  He said, ’Mind you, Hapgood, I don’t blame my wife that all this had no effect on her.  I don’t blame her in the least, and I never lost my temper or got angry over the business.  I see her point of view absolutely.  And I see absolutely the point of view of the girl’s father and of every one else who’s willing to take in the girl but insists she must give up the baby.  I see their point of view and understand it as plain as I see and understand that calendar hanging on the wall.  I see it perfectly,’ and he laughed in a whimsical sort of way and said, ‘That’s the devil of it.’