“Of course you were,” said Gav, a touch of pity in his voice. “But, believe me, you are wrong. Time and truth are on my side.”
Speechless, the Vice-Chancellor nodded.
“It will be easiest if you resign,” said Gav quietly. “I shall see that a fit successor is found for you. But, to save your face, I am prepared to make some slight modification in my policy, if you have one to suggest.”
“Thank you, Mr. ffoulis,” answered the outwitted reactionary. “Thank you. I would suggest.…”
His voice quavered plaintively.
“Yes?”
“Well, let your theory be what it will, Mr. ffoulis, but I would suggest, and most earnestly, that you refrain, so far as you find it possible, from attacking the present Government—if you don’t mind an old man’s advice.”
Gav clapped him on the back.
“Of course not,” he said with a reassuring smile. “That can soon be arranged, and your resignation shall be announced for reasons of health.”