his breakfast.

It was a big room, completely walled with crowded bookshelves; in the
center was a big work-table covered with books and papers. Samuel had
never dreamed that there were so many books in the world, and he gazed
about him with awe, feeling that he had come to the sources of
knowledge.

That was Samuel's way. Both by nature and training, he had a profound
respect for all authority. He believed in the majesty of the law--that
was why it had shocked him so to be arrested. He thought of the church
as a divine institution, whose ministers were appointed as shepherds
of the people. And up here on the heights was this great College, a
temple of learning; and this professor was one who had been selected
by those in the seats of authority, and set apart as one of its
priests. So Samuel was profoundly grateful for the attention which was
given to him, and was prepared to pick up whatever crumbs of counsel
might be dropped.

"Ah, yes," the professor said, wiping his glasses with a silk
handkerchief. "Samuel--let me see--Samuel--"

"Prescott, sir."

"Yes--Samuel Prescott. And how have you been?"

"I've been very well, sir."

"I meant to leave a message for you, but I overlooked it. I had so
many things to attend to in the rush of departure. I--er--I hope you