"I liked you from the first." "But I don't see," said Andrew, "why I should have suffered for your action." For the moment, his veneration for this remarkable man hung in the balance.
"It would have been for the society's sake," said the president, simply; "probationers are hardly missed." His face wore a pained look, but there was no reproach in his voice.
Andrew was touched.
He looked the apology, which, as a Scotchman, he could not go the length of uttering.
"Before I leave you to-day," said the president, turning to a pleasanter subject, "I shall give you some money.

We do not, you understand, pay our probationers a fixed salary." "It is more, is it not," said Andrew, "in nature of a scholarship ?" "Yes, a scholarship--for the endowment of research.

You see we do not tie you down to any particular line of study.

Still, I shall be happy to hear of any programme you may have drawn up." Andrew hesitated.

He did not know that, to the president, he was an open book.
"I dare say I can read your thoughts," said his companion.