"I fired his soul all right," thought the doctor, grimly, as he walked up to find Hastings. "Those little two by fours!"
CHAPTER XXVI
OLD-FASHIONED LOVE
Karl's new secretary was what Karl himself called "one of those philosophical ducks." "That is," he explained to Ernestine, "he is one of those fellows who has been graduated from science into philosophy."
"But wouldn't you get on better with one of the scientific students who hadn't been graduated yet?" she laughed.
"Oh, no; no, I don't mind having a graduate. Ross can do the work all right. I'm lucky to get him. There aren't many of them who are stenographers, and then he can give me most of his time. He's finishing up for his Ph.D."
"And was he really a student of science in the beginning?"
"Well, after a fashion. The kind that is graduated into philosophy."
"Karl," she laughed, "despite your proud boast to the contrary, you're bigoted. It's the bigotry of science."
"No, it's having science patronised by these fellows who don't know anything about it. If they'd once roll up their sleeves and do some actual work they'd give up that idea of being so easily graduated. But they want to get where they'll not have to work. Philosophy's a lazy man's job."