He threw down his pen, and repaired again to the house with the Ark and the telephone.
But as he reached Cantberg's door it opened suddenly, and a young man shot out.
'Never, father!' he was shrieking—'Never do I enter this house again.' And he banged the door upon the owl, and rushed into David's arms.
'I beg your pardon,' he said.
'It is my fault,' murmured David politely. 'I was just going to see your father.'
'You'll find him in a fiendish temper. He cannot argue without losing it.'
'I hope you've not had a serious difference.'
'He's such a bigoted Zionist—he cannot understand that Zionism is ein überwundener Standpunkt.'
'I know.'
'Ah!' said the young man eagerly. 'Then you can understand how I have suffered since I evolved from Zionism.'