"Take it? Take it, my dear fellow? It's in press already--you'll excuse my not waiting to consult you? There will be no difficulty about terms, I assure you, and we had barely time to catch the autumn market. My dear Linyard, why didn't you _tell_ me?" His voice sank to a reproachful solemnity, and he pushed forward his own arm-chair. The Professor dropped into it with a chuckle. "And miss the joy of letting you find out?" "Well--it _was_ a joy." Harviss held out a box of his best cigars. "I don't know when I've had a bigger sensation. It was so deucedly unexpected--and, my dear fellow, you've brought it so exactly to the right shop." "I'm glad to hear you say so," said the Professor modestly. Harviss laughed in rich appreciation. "I don't suppose you had a doubt of it; but of course I was quite unprepared. And it's so extraordinarily out of your line--" The Professor took off his glasses and rubbed them with a slow smile. "Would you have thought it so--at college?" Harviss stared. "At college?--Why, you were the most iconoclastic devil--" There was a perceptible pause. The Professor restored his glasses and looked at his friend. "Well--?" he said simply. "Well--?" echoed the other, still staring. "Ah--I see; you mean that that's what explains it. The swing of the pendulum, and so forth. Well, I admit it's not an uncommon phenomenon. I've conformed myself, for example; most of our crowd have, I believe; but somehow I hadn't expected it of you." The close observer might have detected a faint sadness under the official congratulation of his tone; but the Professor was too amazed to have an ear for such fine shades. "Expected it of me? Expected what of me?" he gasped. "What in heaven do you think this thing is?" And he struck his fist on the manuscript which lay between them. Harviss had recovered his optimistic creases. He rested a benevolent eye on the document. "Why, your apologia--your confession of faith, I should call it. You surely must have seen which way you were going? You can't have written it in your sleep?" "Oh, no, I was wide awake enough," said the Professor faintly. "Well, then, why are you staring at me as if I were _not?"_ Harviss leaned forward to lay a reassuring hand on his visitor's worn coat-sleeve. "Don't mistake me, my dear Linyard. Don't fancy there was the least unkindness in my allusion to your change of front. What is growth but the shifting of the stand-point? Why should a man be expected to look at life with the same eyes at twenty and at--our age? It never occurred to me that you could feel the least delicacy in admitting that you have come round a little--have fallen into line, so to speak." But the Professor had sprung up as if to give his lungs more room to expand; and from them there issued a laugh which shook the editorial rafters. "Oh, Lord, oh Lord--is it really as good as that?" he gasped.