But he offered me even better than that--offered to make me president of some great college of physical sciences that is being planned--the Oligarchy must get rid of its surplus somehow, you see.
"'Do you remember what I told that socialist lover of your daughter's ?' he said.

'I told him that we would walk upon the faces of the working class.

And so we shall.

As for you, I have for you a deep respect as a scientist; but if you throw your fortunes in with the working class--well, watch out for your face, that is all.' And then he turned and left me." "It means we'll have to marry earlier than you planned," was Ernest's comment when we told him.
I could not follow his reasoning, but I was soon to learn it.

It was at this time that the quarterly dividend of the Sierra Mills was paid--or, rather, should have been paid, for father did not receive his.