Alexander Lange Kielland

“ Abel, casting a deprecating glance toward the table. “It is so everywhere. There can not help but be inequality—”
“We must be careful not to increase the inequality. We must do everything in our power to lessen it,” insisted Mrs. Warden. Mrs. Abel felt that her friend gave a glance of disapproval at the table covered with cloth, where the copies of “The Bazaar” lay.
“It is only alpaca,” she ventured timidly.
“Don’t think, dear Caroline, that I reproach you Things of this kind depend wholly upon the individual. Every one must act as he thinks he is answerable to his own conscience.” ”

“ Warden thought the young girl had some sort of work in her lap which she wished to conceal. Perhaps it was an old dress which she was trying to mend.
“Why does the boy lie there on the floor?” she inquired.
“He is lame,” answered the mother. Now followed a pitiful tale and a description of what had happened after the scarlet fever.
“You should buy him a wheeled chair,” Mrs. Warden was on the point of remarking, when it occurred to her it would be better for her to buy it. It is not wise to give poor people money, she remembered. But she would give the poor woman something, of course. ”

“ Warden into the trap. She begged him to call the next day.
“Lawyer Abel,” she called to the coachman, and the carriage rolled on. The farther she went from the poor quarter, the smoother and swifter the carriage moved. When they entered the residence section, the fat horses lifted their heads gladly to breathe the good air, that came across the gardens. And the correct coachman, without any visible reason cracked his whip three times.
How could one expect that such degenerate people could ever rise to any height of intelligence! ”