his name; he expressly stipulated that he was to remain unknown.' His mother was crying, but she sprang forward to meet him and clasped him in her arms. 鈥淥h, my boy, my boy,鈥?she sobbed, and she could say no more. 排列三115期试机号 I had not told him that money was no object to us, and I think he had reckoned me up as not over rich. He continued: The temples were already closed, but my servant, Abibulla, diverted the attention of the gatekeeper, and I stole unseen into the outer precincts. After a preliminary conversation in which there was nothing to offend, the business of the evening began by Mr. Hawke鈥檚 standing up at one end of the table, and saying, 鈥淟et us pray.鈥?The Ernest set did not like this, but they could not help themselves, so they knelt down and repeated the Lord鈥檚 Prayer and a few others after Mr. Hawke, who delivered them remarkably well. Then, when all had sat down, Mr. Hawke addressed them, speaking without notes and taking for his text the words 鈥淪aul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?鈥?Whether owing to Mr. Hawke鈥檚 manner, which was impressive, or to his well-known reputation for ability, or whether from the fact that each one of the Ernest set knew that he had been more or less a persecutor of the 鈥淪ims鈥?and yet felt instinctively that the 鈥淪ims鈥?were after all much more like the early Christians than he was himself 鈥?at any rate the text, familiar though it was, went home to the consciences of Ernest and his friends as it had never yet done. If Mr. Hawke had stopped here he would have almost said enough; as he scanned the faces turned towards him, and saw the impression he had made, he was perhaps minded to bring his sermon to an end before beginning it, but if so, he reconsidered himself and proceeded as follows. I give the sermon in full, for it is a typical one, and will explain a state of mind which in another generation or two will seem to stand sadly in need of explanation. But I never had one until Mrs. Lippett called me to the office making sandwiches for the asylum's guests, and turned upstairs I may as well say here all that need be said further about Ellen. For the next three years she used to call regularly at Mr. Ottery鈥檚 every Monday morning for her pound. She was always neatly dressed, and looked so quiet and pretty that no one would have suspected her antecedents. At first she wanted sometimes to anticipate, but after three or four ineffectual attempts 鈥?on each of which occasions she told a most pitiful story 鈥?she gave it up and took her money regularly without a word. Once she came with a bad black eye, 鈥渨hich a boy had throwed a stone and hit her by 鈥渕istake鈥? but on the whole she looked pretty much the same at the end of the three years as she had done at the beginning. Then she explained that she was going to be married again. Mr. Ottery saw her on this, and pointed out to her that she would very likely be again committing bigamy by doing so. 鈥淵ou may call it what you like,鈥?she replied, 鈥渂ut I am going off to America with Bill the butcher鈥檚 man, and we hope Mr. Pontifex won鈥檛 be too hard on us and stop the allowance.鈥?Ernest was little likely to do this, so the pair went in peace. I believe it was Bill who had blacked her eye, and she liked him all the better for it. ERNEST told Ellen of his difficulty about finding employment. 鈥淏ut what do what do you think of going into a shop for, my dear,鈥?said Ellen. 鈥淲hy not take a little shop yourself?鈥? Joey was no more use in quieting his mother鈥檚 anxiety than Theobald had been 鈥?indeed he was only Theobald and water; at last Ernest, who had not liked interfering took the matter in hand, and, sitting beside her, let her pour out her grief to him without let or hindrance.