The two long noses, the larger freckled one surmounted by a _pince-nez_, the other slightly pink, as if it had absorbed the tint of the blotting-paper over which it was so continually poised, both bent over the sheets. Through the thin wall which separated the school-room from the study came the sound of Mary's scales. Mary was by nature a child of wrath, as far as music was concerned, and Fraeulein--anxious, musical Fraeulein--was strenuously endeavoring to impart to her pupil the rudiments of what was her chief joy in life. "'Modern Dissent,'" read aloud Mr. Gresley, "by Veritas." "_Veritas_!" repeated Hester. Astonishment jerked the word out of her before she was aware. She pulled herself hastily together. "Certainly," said the author, looking at his sister through his glasses, which made the pupils of his eyes look as large as the striped marbles on which Mary and Regie spent their pennies. "Veritas," he continued, "is a Latin word signifying Truth." "So I fancied. But is not _Truth_ rather a large name to adopt as a _nom de guerre_? Might it not seem rather--er--in a layman it would appear arrogant." "I am not a layman, and I do not pretend to write on subjects of which I am ignorant," said Mr. Gresley, with dignity. "This is not a work of fiction. I don't imagine this, or fancy that, or invent the other. I merely place before the public, forcibly, and in a novel manner, a few great truths." Mary was doing her finger exercises. C, C, C, with the thumb; D, D, D, with the first finger, Fraeulein was repeating. "Won! two! free! Won! two! free!" with a new intonation of cheerful patience at each repetition. "Ah!" said Hester. "A few great truths. Then the name must be 'Veritas.' You would not reconsider it?" "Certainly not," said Mr. Gresley, his eye challenging hers. "It is the name I am known by as the author of 'Schism.'" "I had momentarily forgotten 'Schism,'" said Hester, dropping her glance. "I went through a good deal of obloquy about 'Schism,'" said Mr. Gresley with pride, "and I should not wonder if 'Modern Dissent' caused quite a ferment in Middleshire. If it does, I am willing to bear a little spite and ill-will. All history shows that truth is met at first by opposition. Half the country clergy round here are asleep. Good men, but lax. They want waking up. I said as much to the Bishop the other day, and he agreed with me; for he said that if some of his younger clergy could be waked up to a sense of their own arrogance and narrowness he would hold a public thanksgiving in the cathedral. But he added that he thought nothing short of the last trump would do it." "I agree with him," said Hester, having first said the sentence to herself, and having decided it was innocuous. The climax of the music lesson had arrived. "The Blue Bells of Scotland"--the sole _Clavier Stueck_ which Mary's rigidly extended little starfishes of hands could wrench out of the school-room piano--was at its third bar.