“He did follow me. He's probably sitting on the doorstep now. I tried to send him back, but he's an obstinate little beast.” Lily got up. “I am going to bring him in,” she said. “And if you'll ring that bell we'll get him some dinner.” “I'll get him, while you ring.” Half an hour later Anthony Cardew entered his house. He had spent a miserable evening. Some young whipper snapper who employed a handful of men had undertaken to show him where he, Anthony Cardew, was a clog in the wheel of progress. Not in so many words, but he had said: “Tempora mutantur, Mr. Cardew. And the wise employer meets those changes half-way.” “You young fools want to go all the way.” “Not at all. We'll meet them half-way, and stop.” “Bah!” said Anthony Cardew, and had left the club in a temper. The club was going to the dogs, along with the rest of the world. There was only a handful of straight-thinking men like himself left in it. Lot of young cravens, letting their men dominate them and intimidate them. So he slammed into his house, threw off his coat and hat, and--sniffed. A pungent, acrid odor was floating through a partly closed door. Anthony Cardew flung open the door and entered. Before the fire, on a deep velvet couch, sat his granddaughter. Beside her was a thin young man in a gray suit, and the thin young man was waving an old pipe about, and saying: “Tempora mutantur, Lily. The wise employer--” “I am afraid, sir,” said Anthony, in a terrible voice, “that you are not acquainted with the rules of my house. I object to pipes. There are cigars in the humidor behind you.” “Very sorry, Mr. Cardew,” Willy Cameron explained. “I didn't know. I'll put it away, sir.” But Anthony was not listening. His eyes had traveled from an empty platter on the hearth-rug to a deep chair where Jinx, both warm and fed at the same time, and extremely distended with meat, lay sleeping. Anthony put out a hand and pressed the bell beside him. “I want you to meet Mr. Cameron, grandfather.” Lily was rather pale, but she had the Cardew poise. “He was in the camp when I was.” Grayson entered on that, however, and Anthony pointed to Jinx. “Put that dog out,” he said, and left the room, his figure rigid and uncompromising. “Grayson,” Lily said, white to the lips, “that dog is to remain here. He's perfectly quiet. And, will you find Ellen and ask her to come here?” “Haven't I made enough trouble?” asked Willy Cameron, unhappily. “I can see her again, you know.” “She's crazy to see you, Willy. And besides--” Grayson had gone, after a moment's hesitation. “Don't you see?” she said. “The others have always submitted. I did, too. But I can't keep it up, Willy. I can't live here and let him treat me like that. Or my friends. I know what will happen. I'll run away, like Aunt Elinor.” “You must not do that, Lily.” He was very grave.