"Look here, John," I burst out, never able to hold my wrath long, "I like you ... think you're a great man—but you humiliated me before other people ... and I've come to such a pass in my life that I wouldn't let God Himself get away with a thing like that!"
"Then I apologise ... most humbly!"
"That was all I wanted. Good-night!" But I could not bring myself to leave so abruptly.
"John," I wavered, "you are a great man ... a much greater man than you allow yourself to be ... I'm—I'm going away from here forever, this time ... and I—I want you to know how I reverence and love the bigness in you, in spite of our—our differences."
He was pleased.
"And so you're going to college somewhere?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
I had talked much of college being my next aim.
"Either the University of Chicago, or further west."