Those months with you in Paris, in Germany, in London at the feet of great men saw a veritable new birth.

I ceased to be Henry Chedridge, lover, and became Henry Callandar, scientist.

All this I owe to you." The other raised his hand.
"No, not that.

Some impulse I may have given you, but you have made yourself what you are.

But--you have not told me all yet ?" "No." Again the doctor began his uneasy pacing of the room.