ty？〃
〃'It is my duty to go；〃' he repeated humbly。 〃If I can find even one chance for my daughter's happi… ness in a personal sacrifice。 He can do no more than he can do no more than make me a little sadder。〃
His wife evidently understood his humility as a tribute to her arguments and a clear indication that she had fatally undermined his original intention。 〃 Oh； he would have made you sadder；〃 she quoth grimly。 〃No fear！ Why； it was the most insane idea I ever heard of。〃
The professor arose wearily。 〃 Well； I must be going to this work。 It is a thing to have ended quickly。〃 There was something almost biblical in his manner。
〃 Harrison！ 〃 burst out his wife in amazed lamenta… tion。 You are not really going to do it？ Not really！〃
〃 I am going to do it；〃 he answered。
〃 Well； there！ 〃 ejaculated Mrs。 Wainwright to the heavens。 She was； so to speak； prostrate。 〃 Well； there！ 〃
As the professor passed out of the door she cried beseechingly but futilely after him。 〃 Harrison。〃 In a mechanical way she turned then back to the mirror and resumed the disarrangement of her hair。 She ad… dressed her image。 〃 Well； of all stupid creatures under the sun； men are the very worst！ 〃 And her image said this to her even as she informed it； and afterward they stared at each other in a profound and tragic reception and acceptance of this great truth。 Presently she began to consider the advisability of going to Marjdry with the whole story。 Really； Harrison must not be allowed to go on blundering until the whole world heard that Marjory was trying to break her heart over that common scamp of a Coleman。 It seemed to be about time for her； Mrs。 Wainwright； to come into the situation and mend matters。
CHAPTER XXVIL
WHEN the professor arrived before Coleman's door； he paused a moment and looked at it。 Previously； he could not have imagined that a simple door would ever so affect him。 Every line of it seemed to express cold superiority and disdain。 It was only the door of a former student； one of his old boys； whom； as the need arrived； he had whipped with his satire in the class rooms at Washurst until the mental blood had come； and all without a conception of his ultimately arriving before the door of this boy in the attitude of a supplicant。 Hewould not say it； Coleman probably would not say it； but…they would both know it。 A single thought of it； made him feel like running away。 He would never dare to knock on that door。 It would be too monstrous。 And even as he decided that he was afraid to knock； he knocked。
Coleman's voice said； 〃Come in。〃 The professor opened the door。 The correspondent； without a coat； was seated at a paper…littered table。 Near his elbow； upon another table； was a tray from which he had evidently dined and also a brandy bottle with several recumbent bottles of soda。 Although he had so lately arrived at the hotel he had contrived to diffuse his traps over the room in an organised disarray which represented a long and careless occupation if it did not represent t'le scene of a scuffle。 His pipe was in his mouth。
After a first murmur of surprise； he arose and reached in some haste for his coat。 〃 Come in； professor； come in；〃 he cried； wriggling deeper into his jacket as he held out his hand。 He had laid aside his pipe and had also been very successful in flinging a newspaper so that it hid the brandy and soda。 This act was a feat of deference to the professor's well known principles。
〃Won't you sit down； sir ？ 〃 said Coleman cordially。 His quick glance of surprise had been immediately suppressed and his manner was now as if the pro… fessor's call was a common matter。
〃 Thank you； Mr。 Coleman； I…yes； I will sit down；〃。 replied the old man。 His hand shook as he laid it on the back of the chair and steadied himself down into it。 〃 Thank you！〃 …
Coleman looked at him with a great deal of ex… pectation。
〃 Mr。 Coleman ！ 〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃 I〃
He halted then and passed his hand over his face。 His eyes did not seem to rest once upon Coleman； but they occupied themselves in furtive and frightened glances over the room。 Coleman could make neither head nor tail of the affair。 He would not have believed any man's statement that the professor could act in such an extraordinary fashion。 〃 Yes； sir；〃 he said again suggestively。 The simple strategy resulted in a silence that was actually awkward。 Coleman； despite his bewilderment； hastened into a preserving gossip。 〃 I've had a great many cables waiting for me for heaven knows… how long and others have been arriving in flocks to…night。 You have no idea of the row in America； professor。 Why； everybody must have gone wild over the lost sheep。 My paper has cabled some things that are evidently for you。 For instance； here is one that says a new puzzle…game called Find the Wainwright Party has had a big success。 Think of that； would you。〃 Coleman grinned at the professor。 〃 Find the Wainwright Party； a new puzzle…game。〃
The professor had seemed grateful for Coleman's tangent off into matters of a light vein。 〃 Yes？〃 he said； almost eagerly。 〃 Are they selling a game really called that？〃
〃 Yes； really；〃 replied Coleman。 〃 And of course you know that…er…well； all the Sunday papers would of course have big illustrated articles…full pages… with your photographs and general private histories pertaining mostly to things which are none of their business。〃 〃 Yes； I suppose they would do that；〃 admitted the professor。 〃 But I dare say it may not be as bad as you suggest。〃
〃 Very like not；〃 said Coleman。 〃 I put it to you forcibly so that in the future the blow will not be too cruel。 They are often a weird lot。〃
〃 Perhaps they can't find anything very bad about us。〃
〃 Oh； no。 And besides the whole episode will probably be forgotten by the time you return to the United States。〃
They talked onin this way slowly； strainedly； until they each found that the situation would soon become insupportable。 The professor had come for a distinct purpose and Coleman knew it； they could not sit there lying at each other forever。 Yet when he saw the pain deepening in the professor's eyes； the correspondent again ordered up his trivialities。 〃 Funny thing。 My paper has been congratulating me； you know； sir； in a wholesale fashion； and I think…I feel sure…that they have been exploiting my name all over the country as the Heroic Rescuer。 There is no sense in trying to stop them； because they don't care whether it is true or not true。 All they want is the privilege of howling out that their correspondent rescued you； and they would take that privilege without in any ways worrying if I refused my consent。 You see； sir？ I wouldn't like you to feel that I was such a strident idiot as I doubtless am appearing now before the public。〃
〃 No；〃 said the professor absently。 It was plain that he had been a very slack listener。 〃 I…Mr。 Coleman…〃 he began。
〃Yes； sir；〃 answered Coleman promptly and gently。
It was obviously only a recognition of the futility of further dallying that was driving the old man on… ward。 He knew； of course； that if he was resolved to take this step； a longer delay would simply make it harder for him。 The correspondent； leaning forward； was watching him almost breathlessly。
〃 Mr。 Coleman； I understand…or at least I am led to believe…that you…at one time； proposed marriage to my daughter？ 〃
The faltering words did not sound as if either man had aught to do with them。 They were an expression by the tragic muse herself。 Coleman's jaw fell and he looked glassily at the professor。 He said： 〃Yes！〃 But already his blood was leaping as his mind flashed everywhere in speculation。
〃 I refused my consent to that marriage；〃 said the old man more easily。 〃 I do not know if the matter has remained important to you； but at any rate； I…I retract my refusal。〃
Suddenly the blank expression left Coleman's face and he smiled with sudden intelligence； as if informa… tion of what the professor had been saying had just reached him。 In this smile there was a sudden be。 trayal； too； of something keen and bitter which had lain hidden in the man's mind。 He arose and made a step towards the professor and held out his hand。 〃Sir； I thank yod from the bottom of my heart！〃 And they both seemed to note with surprise that Coleman's voice had broken。
The professor had arisen to receive Coleman's hand。 His nerve was now of iron and he was very formal。 〃 I judge from your tone that I have not made a mis… take…somcthing which I feared。〃
Coleman did not seem to mind the professor's formality。 〃 Don't fear anything。 Won't you sit down again？ Will you have a cigar。 * * No； I couldn't tell you how glad I am。 How glad I am。 I feel like a fool。 It〃
But the professor fixed him with an Arctic eye and bluntly said： 〃 You love her ？ 〃
The question steadied Coleman at once。 He looked undauntedly straight into the professor's face。 He simply said： 〃 I love her！ 〃
〃 You love her ？ 〃 repeated the professor。
〃 I love her；〃 repeated Coleman。
After some seconds of pregnant silence； the professor arose。 〃 Well； if she cares to give her life to you I will allow it； but I must say that I do not consider you nearly good enough。 Good…night。〃 He smiled faintly as he hel