"
"That's spiteful in you, doctor, to speak in that way. What would you
say if you were called on to endure all that I have gone through this
evening?"
"There is no accounting for tastes, but I presume you like it."
"I am not so sure of that. Give me your arm and let me get some
supper. One always likes the idea of having done hard work, and one
always likes to have been successful."
"We all know that virtue is its own reward," said the doctor.
"Well, that is something hard upon me," said Miss Dunstable, as she
sat down to table. "And you really think that no good of any sort can
come from my giving such a party as this?"
"Oh, yes; some people, no doubt, have been amused."
"It is all vanity in your estimation," said Miss Dunstable; "vanity
and vexation of spirit. Well; there is a good deal of the latter,
certainly. Sherry, if you please. I would give anything for a glass
of beer, but that is out of the question. Vanity and vexation of
spirit! And yet I meant to do good."
"Pray, do not suppose that I am condemning you, Miss Dunstable."
"Ah, but I do suppose it. Not only you, but another also, whose
judgement I care for, perhaps, more than yours; and that, let me tell
you, is saying a great deal. You do condemn me, Dr.
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