Y.M. There is no other way. So you go on thinking and thinking, and calculating and guessing, and consulting with other people and getting their views; and it spoils your sleep nights, and makes you distraught in the daytime, and while you are pretending to look at the sights you are only guessing and guessing and guessing all the time, and being worried and miserable. O.M. And all about a debt which you don’t owe and don’t have to pay unless you want to! Strange. What is the purpose of the guessing? Y.M. To guess out what is right to give them, and not be unfair to any of them. O.M. It has quite a noble look—taking so much pains and using up so much valuable time in order to be just and fair to a poor servant to whom you owe nothing, but who needs money and is ill paid. Y.M. I think, myself, that if there is any ungracious motive back of it it will be hard to find. O.M. How do you know when you have not paid a servant fairly? Y.M. Why, he is silent; does not thank you. Sometimes he gives you a look that makes you ashamed. You are too proud to rectify your mistake there, with people looking, but afterward you keep on wishing and wishing you _had_ done it. My, the shame and the pain of it! Sometimes you see, by the signs, that you have it _just right_, and you go away mightily satisfied. Sometimes the man is so effusively thankful that you know you have given him a good deal _more_ than was necessary. O.M. _Necessary_? Necessary for what? Y.M. To content him. O.M. How do you feel _then_? Y.M. Repentant. O.M. It is my belief that you have _not_ been concerning yourself in guessing out his just dues, but only in ciphering out what would _content_ him. And I think you have a self-deluding reason for that. Y.M. What was it? O.M. If you fell short of what he was expecting and wanting, you would get a look which would _shame you before folk_. That would give you _pain_. _You_—for you are only working for yourself, not _him_. If you gave him too much you would be _ashamed of yourself_ for it, and that would give _you_ pain—another case of thinking of _yourself_, protecting yourself, _saving yourself from discomfort_. You never think of the servant once—except to guess out how to get _his approval_. If you get that, you get your _own _approval, and that is the sole and only thing you are after. The Master inside of you is then satisfied, contented, comfortable; there was _no other_ thing at stake, as a matter of _first_ interest, anywhere in the transaction. _Further Instances_ Y.M. Well, to think of it; Self-Sacrifice for others, the grandest thing in man, ruled out! non-existent! O.M. Are you accusing me of saying that? Y.M. Why, certainly. O.M. I haven’t said it. Y.M. What did you say, then?