Henry Wolverton jumped to his feet and began to pace up and down the room. “It’s sure to be a wrench at first, of course,” Susan consoled him. “These things always are. But if I can help you in any way--” He turned on her with the first sign of emotional passion he had ever displayed. “You!” he said fiercely. “Don’t you realize that you’ve destroyed my whole life’s work; that you’ve robbed me in ten minutes of every happiness and satisfaction I’ve ever had. Good God, if I’d known, I’d have slammed the door in your face, just now. I would have delivered you over to the scum of London to do what they would with you.” Susan blushed. “I don’t think that’s a very nice thing to say,” she remarked, gently. “But perhaps it’s just as well for you to blow off steam a bit. It does help when you’ve had a real facer. And honestly, you know, although I’m very sorry in a way, I do think it’s all for your good that I came in to-night; because you would have been bound to find it out for yourself sooner or later.” Henry Wolverton stared at her, and his look of anger slowly gave place to one of bewilderment. “But what am I to _do_?” he asked. “I’ve always worked for ten hours a day. I can’t live without work of some kind, and now....” Susan got up and came across the room to him, with an expression of bright and eager helpfulness. “Oh! look here, we’ll find a use for you,” she said, laying her hand on his arm. “You’re too old to join the league, of course--” “I’m thirty-seven,” he interpolated. “It’s quite young, really,” she comforted him. “I’m twenty-three. But what I was going to say was that we are founding a reference committee of experts of all kinds to advise the league. The members of that committee will have no voice in our decisions, you understand; they’ll be simply advisory. And it would be absolutely splendid to have you as chairman. I shall get no end of prestige from the league for having found you.” Her face shone with the joy of the successful discoverer. “I understand you to suggest,” Henry Wolverton commented dryly, “that I should devote the rest of my life, and the--er--fruits of my scholarship, to instructing young men and women under twenty-five years of age in the lessons of history; always with the distinct understanding that they are in no way pledged to apply my advice in the prosecution of their own policy?” Susan did not miss the implications of his tone. “My dear man,” she said, “whatever is the good of scholarship, if it isn’t to advise the young? Surely you haven’t been studying history all these years just in order to swap opinions with all the other old fogies?”