imagine, the power of making a show--of living in the eyes and
knowledge of neighbours for a few radiant moments: nothing is so
pleasant to ordinary human nature as to know itself by its reflection
from others. When it turns from these warped and broken mirrors
to seek its reflection in the divine thought, then it is redeemed;
then it beholds itself in the perfect law of liberty.

Before he became himself an object of curious interest to the crowd
he was watching, Malcolm had come to the same conclusion with many
a philosopher and observer of humanity before him--that on the
whole the rags are inhabited by the easier hearts; and he would
have arrived at the conclusion with more certainty but for the high
training that cuts off intercourse between heart and face.

When some time had elapsed, and no more carriages appeared, Malcolm,
judging the dinner must now be in full vortex, rang the bell of
the front door. It was opened by a huge footman, whose head was
so small in proportion that his body seemed to have absorbed it.
Malcolm would have stepped in at once, and told what of his tale
he chose at his leisure; but the servant, who had never seen the
dress Malcolm wore, except on street beggars, with the instinct
his class shares with watchdogs, quickly closed the door. Ere it
reached the post, however, it found Malcolm's foot between.

"Go along, Scotchy. You're not wanted here," said the man, pushing
the door hard. "Police is round the corner."

Now one of the weaknesses Malcolm owed to his Celtic blood was an
utter impatience of rudeness. In his own nature entirely courteous,
he was wrathful even to absurdity at the slightest suspicion of