"I shall have to think it over a while longer. If I think it agreeable to believe in it, then I shall do so. But it will be in the genuine old Church, with Adam and Eve, and the sun which circles around the earth; not in that modernized, up-to-date Church, altered according to the advancement of science--with electric light and the doctrine of heredity. How disgusting! No, I must have the church of Dante, with a real hell full of fire and brimstone, right here under our earth, and Galileo inside of it." "But I did not come to inquire about that," said Johannes, sticking to his point. "I am not content, and you ought to help me. What I have heard in the Pleiades, and from Father Canisius does not satisfy me. I am sure, also, that it is not in this way I shall find my friend again; and now I am determined to find him." "Where, then, do you wish to look for him?" "I believe," said Johannes, "that if he is to be found anywhere, it is among the poor--the laborers." "Ah! Would you take part in the labor agitation? Well, you can do so, but I do not agree to go with you. You know what I think about that. Socialism has got to come, but I am not going to concern myself with it. It smells too much of the proletariat. I am very glad of the birth of a new society, but a birth is always an unsavory incident. I leave that to the midwife. I'll wait until the infant is thoroughly washed and tidy before making its acquaintance." "But I wish to look for my friend." Van Lieverlee stood up and stretched himself. "You bore me," said he, "with that eternal chatter about your friend." "Act!" thought Johannes, and he went on: "You promised to show me the way to what I am seeking, and to give an explanation of my experiences. But I know no more than I knew before." "Your own fault, my friend. Result of pride and self-seeking. Why have you had so little to do with me? You kept yourself with those two little girls. Did they enlighten you?" "Quite as much as you did," replied Johannes. Van Lieverlee looked up in surprise. That was insubordination--open resistance. However, he thought it better to take no notice, so he said: "But since you will join the labor movement, then you must find out for yourself. I won't hold you back. Go, then, and look for your Mahatma!" "But how am I to begin? You have so many friends--do you know some one who can help me?" Van Lieverlee thought about it while looking steadily at Johannes. Then he said, deliberately: "Very well. I know of one who is in the middle of it. Would you like to go to him?" "Yes, at once, if you please." "Good," said Van Lieverlee. Together they set out. The friend referred to was the editor of a journal--a Doctor of Laws. Felbeck was his name.