'Miss Shepperson, the day has come when I am able to discharge my debt to you. You will not misunderstand that expression--I speak of my debt in money. What I owe to you--what we all owe to you--in another and a higher sense, can never be repaid. That moral debt must still go on, and be acknowledged by the unfailing gratitude of a lifetime.' 'Of a lifetime,' repeated Mrs. Rymer, sweetly murmuring, and casting towards her friend an eloquent glance. 'Here, however,' resumed her husband, 'is the pecuniary account. Will you do me the kindness, Miss Shepperson, to glance it over and see if you find it correct?' Miss Shepperson took the paper, which was covered with a very neat array of figures. It was the same calculation which she herself had so often made, but with interest on the money due to her correctly computed. The weekly sum of fifteen shillings for board and lodging had been deducted, throughout the whole time, from the rent due to her as landlady. Mr. Rymer stood her debtor for not quite thirty pounds. 'It's _quite_ correct,' said Miss Shepperson, handing back the paper with a pleased smile. Mr. Rymer turned to his wife. 'And what do _you_ say, dear? Do _you_ think it correct?' Mrs. Rymer shook her head. 'No,' she answered gently, 'indeed I do not.' Miss Shepperson was startled. She looked from one to the other, and saw on their faces only the kindliest expression. 'I really thought it came to about that,' fell from her lips. 'I couldn't quite reckon the interest--' 'Miss Shepperson,' said Mr. Rymer impressively, 'do you really think that we should allow you to pay us for your board and lodging--you, our valued friend--you, who have toiled for us, who have saved us from endless trouble and embarrassment? That indeed would be a little too shameless. This account is a mere joke--as I hope you really thought it. I insist on giving you a cheque for the total amount of the rent due to you from the day when you first entered this house.' 'Oh, Mr. Rymer!' panted the good woman, turning pale with astonishment. 'Why, of course!' exclaimed Mrs. Rymer. 'Do you think it would be _possible_ for us to behave in any other way? Surely you know us too well, dear Miss Shepperson!' 'How kind you are!' faltered their friend, unable to decide in herself whether she should accept this generosity or not--sorely tempted by the money, yet longing to show no less generous a spirit on her own side. 'I really don't know--' Mr. Rymer imposed silence with a wave of the hand, and began talking in a slow, grave way. 'Miss Shepperson, to-day I may account myself a happy man. Listen to a very singular story. You know that I was indebted to others besides you. I have communicated with all those persons; I have drawn up a schedule of everything I owe; and--extraordinary coincidence!--the sum-total of my debts is exactly that of the reversion upon which I have entered, _minus_ three pounds fourteen shillings.'