Spirit of Prayer, it was the sixth hour of the day, and he may have gone to his knees for his clerks, or for his boys at school, or for himself and for the man in the same business with himself right across the street.  I knew that my friend had the charming book at home in which such counsels as these occur:  “If masters were thus to remember their servants, beseeching God to bless them, letting no day pass without a full performance of this devotion, the benefit would be as great to themselves as to their servants.”  And perhaps my friend, after setting his clerks their several tasks for the day, was now asking grace of God for each one of them that they might not be eye-servants and men-pleasers, but the servants of Christ doing the will of God from the heart.  Or, again, he may have read in that noble book this passage:  “If a father were daily to make some particular prayer to God that He would please to inspire his children with true piety, great humility, and strict temperance, what could be more likely to make the father himself become exemplary in these virtues?” Now, my friend (who can tell?) may just that morning have lost his temper with his son; or he may last night have indulged himself too much in eating, or in drinking, or in debate, or in detraction; and that may have made it impossible for him to fix his whole mind on his office work that morning.  Or, just to make another guess, when he opened the book I had asked him to buy and read, he may have lighted on this heavenly passage:  “Lastly, if all people when they feel the first approaches of resentment or envy or contempt towards others; or if in all little disagreements and misunderstandings whatever they should have recourse at such times to a more particular and extraordinary intercession with God for such persons as had roused their envy, resentment, or discontent—­this would be a certain way to prevent the growth of all uncharitable tempers.”  You may think that I am taking a roundabout way of accounting for my friend’s so concerned attitude at twelve o’clock that business day; but the whole thing seemed to me so unusual at such a time and in such a place that I was led to such guesses as these to account for it.  In so guessing I see now that I was intruding myself into matters I had no business with; but all that day I could not keep my mind off my blushing friend.  For, like Mr. Standfast, my dear friend blushed as he stood up and offered me the chair he had been kneeling at.  “But, why, did you see me?” said Mr. Standfast.  “Yes, I did,” quoth the other, “and with all my heart I was glad at the sight.”  “And what did you think?” said Mr. Standfast.