“And isn't my 'place' simply the fact that I haven't any money at all?”
Again there was no reply.
“And yet, I see the truth, and I have to speak it! And how can I get to a 'place' where I may?”
“Really,” said Mr. Wygant coldly, “you will have to solve that problem for yourself.”
“Apparently, I should have to take part in the scramble for money—if it's only money that counts.”
“Young man,” said the other, “I feel sorry for you—you will get some hard knocks from the world before you get through. You will have to learn to take life as you find it. Perhaps many of us would make it different, if we could have our way. But you will find that life is a hard battle. It is a struggle for existence, and the people who survive are the ones who are best fitted—”
And suddenly Samuel raised his hand. “I thank you, Mr. Wygant,” he said gravely, “but I have been all through that part of it before.”
“What do you mean?” asked the other.
“I couldn't explain,” said he. “You wouldn't understand me. I see that you are another of the followers of Herbert Spencer. And that's all right—only WHY do you belong to the church? Why do you pretend to follow Jesus—-”
And suddenly Mr. Wygant rose to his feet. “This is quite too much,” he said. “I must ask you to leave my house.”