Roger had thought of mankind as mature, but there had come to him of late the same feeling he had had before in the bosom of his family.

Mankind had suddenly unmasked and shown itself for what it was--still only a precocious child, with a terrible precocity.

For its growth had been one sided.

Its strength was growing at a speed breathless and astounding.

But its vision and its poise, its sense of human justice, of kindliness and tolerance and of generous brotherly love, these had been neglected and were being left behind.