After Mr. and Mrs. Bryant had asked him a few questions, and expressed their sympathy in proper terms, they departed, leaving Julia to remain with the invalid for a couple of hours. "I did not expect to see you, Julia," said Harry, when they had gone. "Didn't you think I would do as much for you as you did for me?" "It was rather different with you. I am only a poor boy, and you are a rich man's child." "Pooh, Harry! Our souls are all of a color. You can't think how bad I felt when father got Mr. Wake's letter." "It's a hard case to be knocked down in that way, and laid up in the house for a week or two." "I know it; but we must be patient." "Can't be patient. I haven't any patience--not a bit. If I could get hold of Ben Smart, I would choke him. I hope they will catch him and send him to the state prison for life." Julia looked sad. These malignant words did not sound like those of the Harry West she had known and loved. They were so bitter that they curdled the warm blood in her veins, and the heart of Harry seemed less tender than before. "Harry," said she, in soft tones, and so sad that he could not but observe the change which had come over her. "Well, Julia." "You don't mean what you said." "Don't mean it?" "No, I am sure you don't. Do you remember what the Bible says?" "What does it say?" asked he, deeply impressed by the sad and solemn tones of the little angel. "'Forgive your enemies,' Harry." "Forgive Ben Smart, after he has almost killed me?" Julia took up the Bible, which lay on the table by the bedside--it was the one she had given him--and read several passages upon the topic she had introduced. Harry was ashamed of himself. The gentle rebuke she administered touched his soul, and he thought how peevish and ill-natured he had been. "You have been badly hurt, Harry, and you are very sick. Now, let me ask you one question: Which would you rather be, Harry West, sick as you are, or Ben Smart, who struck the blow?" "I had rather be myself," replied he, promptly. "You ought to be glad that you are Harry West, instead of Ben Smart. Sick as you are, I am sure you are a great deal happier than he can be, even if he is not punished for striking you." "You are right, Julia. I have been very wicked. Here I have been grumbling and growling all the time for four days. I have learned better. It is lucky for me that I am Harry, instead of Ben." "I am sure I have been a great deal better since I was sick than before. When I lay on the bed, hardly able to move, I kept thinking all the time; and my thoughts did me a great deal of good." Harry had learned his lesson, and Julia's presence was indeed an angel's visit. For an hour longer she sat by his bed, and her words were full of inspiration; and when her father called for her he could hardly repress a tear as she bade him good night.