"It will permeate him."
"No. He will repel it."
She smiled knowingly.
"Impossible. Society is rotten. It will tolerate him, then resent him, and finally," she made a wide gesture, "engulf!"
"I'm not afraid," I said staunchly.
"You should be. He's in danger—" She stopped suddenly. "I mean—" She paused again, and then said evenly, "It seems a pity to me, that's all."
"What's a pity?"
"That all your teaching must end in failure."
"H-m! You haven't a very high opinion of your fellows."
"No, men are weak."