“Nothing can change it?”
“Nothing.”
“Well,” said Findlater, with a sigh, “then I suppose we must make the best of it.”
He sank his head on his bosom, the usual attitude by which his disciples knew he was submerged in thought. Then he said:
“Rook, would you consider doing a series of essays for ‘The Liberal Voice’?”
Would he? What a question! Saunders Rook could only nod.
“Let’s say six essays tracing the genesis of the idea, you know, and arraigning civilization.”
But Saunders Rook merely nodded.
“Of course,” went on Oscar Findlater, “there are only three weeks between now—” he paused embarrassed—“and then.”
Saunders Rook murmured: