"I'm still a member of the party, Hollis."
"You aren't a foreigner; why don't you get out?"
Pelham's eyes snapped. "Why not learn something about the movement, before you pass judgment on it?"
"You'll wake up soon. The heads of the movement are all pro-German; everybody says so. The government's liable to arrest 'em any minute."
The older brother grinned. "We won't quarrel about it."
"I don't care. I think it's outrageous, agitating against the government, when we may have war——"
Ned's bright eyes went from one to the other. "Pell's right, you don't know much about socialism, Hollis. I've been reading books at the library—it's great stuff!"
"Let father catch you!"
"I'm glad to see you back, anyhow," Pelham smiled. "Drop by the Charities building some morning and we'll talk over Sheff."
Hollis called, and the brothers had lunch together. Although the younger said nothing of it, Pelham could not help feeling the other's distaste at the dingy side-office in the Charities building where the older did his work now. And Pelham observed with a twinge of envy his brother's lavish order for the meal, his excessive tipping. Hollis planned nothing for the good of the world; money was his without asking; while in his own case....