"
"Your faith and patience," said Mr. Fanshaw, as he held the old
man's hand in parting, "rebuke my restless disbelief. I thank you
for having opened to my mind a new region of thought--for having
made some things clear that have always been dark. I am sure that
our meeting to-day is not a simple accident. I have been led here,
and for a good purpose."
As Mr. Fanshaw and Mr. Wilkins left the poor man's lodgings, the
former said--
"I know the false wretch who ruined your friend."
"Ah!"
"Yes. And he is a miserable man. The fox is indeed tearing his
vitals. I understand his case now. He must make restitution. I know
how to approach him. This good, patient, trusting old man shall not
suffer wrong to the end."
"Does not all this open a new world of thought to your mind?" asked
Mr Wilkins. "Does it not show you that, amid all human wrong and
disaster, the hand of Providence moves in wise adjustment, and ever
out of evil educes good, ever through loss in some lower degree of
life brings gain to a higher degree? Consider how, in an
unpremeditated way, you are brought into contact with a stranger,
and how his life and experience touching yours, give out a spark
that lights a candle in your soul to illumine chambers where
scarcely a ray had shone before; and this not alone for your
benefit. It seems as if you were to be made an instrument of good
not only to the wronged, but to the wronger.
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