“Yes--it's for us who are beaten to teach it; and to teach it in our lives. It's a sort of revival that is needed, you see.” “But I don't see the need,” laughed the other, interested in spite of himself. “That's because you aren't one of us!” cried Samuel vehemently. “Nobody else can understand--nobody! It's easy to be one of the successes of life. You have a comfortable home and plenty to eat and all. But when you've failed--when you're down and out--then you have to bear hunger and cold and sickness. And there is grief and fear and despair--you can have no idea of it! Why, I've met a little girl in this town. She works in the cotton mill, and it's just killed her by inches, body and soul. And even so, she can only get half a day's work; and the mother is trying to support the little children by sewing--and they're all just dying of slow starvation. This very morning they asked me to stay to breakfast, and I refused, because I knew they had only some bread and a few potatoes, and it wasn't enough for one person. You see, it's so slow--it's such a terribly long process--this starving people off by inches. And keeping them always tormented by hope. Don't you see, Professor Stewart? And just because you don't come out honestly and teach them the truth. Because you won't say to them: 'The world is too full; and you've got to get out of the way, so as to give us a chance.' Why, look, sir--you defeat your own purposes! These people stay, and they keep on having more children, and everything gets worse instead of better; and they have diseases and vices--they ruin the whole world. What's the use of having a world if it's got to be like this town--crowded with hovels full of dirty people, and sick people, and starving and miserable people? I can't see how you who live up here on the heights can enjoy yourselves while such things continue.” “Um--no,” said Professor Stewart; and he gazed at Samuel with knitted brows--unable, for the life of him, to feel certain whether he ought to feel amused, or to feel touched, or to feel outraged. As for Samuel, he realized that he was through with the professor. The professor had taught him all that he had to teach. He did not really understand this matter at all--that was because he belonged to the other world, the world of successful and fit people. They had their own problems to solve, no doubt! This non-comprehension was made quite clear by the professor's next remark. “I'm sorry to have disappointed you,” he said. “If a little money will help you--” “No,” said the other quickly. “You mustn't offer me money. How can that be right? That would be charity.” “Ahem!” said the professor. “Yes. But then--you mentioned that you hadn't had any breakfast. Hadn't you better go into the kitchen and let them give you something?” “But what is the use of putting things off?” cried Samuel wildly. “If I'm going to preach this new idea, I've got to begin.”