Harlson waited for a time, then told his assailant to go away; and the man picked up his hat and stumbled out upon the street.
The woman sat down again.

It was some time before she spoke.
"You are strong, and will fight," she said.
"I had nothing else to do." "Do you want to stay here ?" "It is better than the office floor." "Will you stay here ?" He hesitated.

It was a turning-point in his life, and he knew it.
There was something rather startling to him in it.
Then came the swift reflection: He wanted to know all of life.

This was the under-life, the under-current, of which reformers prate so much and know so little.

Why not be greater than they?
Why not have been a part of it, and in time to come speak knowingly?
He was but a part of this world, as accident had made it.