"You'll have to ask Professor Dunn about that ... he has charge of room-transfers ... but why can't you room as the other students do?... I don't know whether it is good for you, to let you live by yourself ... you're already different enough from the other boys ... what you need is more human companionship, Gregory, not less." "I want to do a lot of writing. I want to be alone to think. I plan to read Westcott and Hort's Greek New Testament all through, again, this winter." ... This was a sop to his religious sentiment. I related how I had first read the New Testament in the Greek, while on a cattle-boat, in the China Seas.... "Gregory, you're quite mad ... but you're a smooth one, too!" his eyes gleamed, amused, behind his glasses.... "And I want to write a lot of poems drawn from the parables of the New Testament"--though, not till that minute had such an idea entered my head.... When I was admitted to the study of Professor Dunn and sat down waiting for him among his antique busts and rows of Latin books, I had formulated further plans to procure what I desired.... He came in, heavily dignified, like a dark, stocky Roman, grotesque in modern dress, lacking the toga. I told him of my New Testament idea ... and added to it, as an afterthought, that I also wanted to prosecute a special study of the lyrics of Horace. Though he explained to me that Horace belonged to the college curriculum, his heart expanded. Horace was his favourite poet--which, of course, I knew.... I got my room. I borrowed a wheelbarrow from the barn, and wheeled my trunk down to Recitation Hall, singing. * * * * * What a hypocrite I had been! But I had obtained what I sought--a room alone. But now I must, in truth, study the Greek Testament and Horace.... I figured out that if I enrolled for several extra Bible courses the Faculty would be easier on me with my other studies, and let me cut some of them out entirely. To make myself even more "solid," I gave out that I had been persuaded to Christianity so strongly, of a sudden, that I contemplated studying for the ministry. I even wrote my grandmother that this was what I intended to do. And her simple, pious letter in return, prayerful with thanks to God for my conversion so signal--in secret cut me to the heart.... But it gave me a temporary pleasure, now, to be looked upon as "safe." To be openly welcomed at prayer-meetings ... I acted, how I acted, the ardent convert ... and how frightened I was, at myself, to find that, at times, I believed that I believed!... My former back-sliding was forgiven me. And the passage of Tennyson about "one honest doubt" being more than half the creeds, was quoted in my favour. * * * * * Field-day!... * * * * *