hand stole up to the black cross upon her bosom.
"These are moments when we need guidance, John. If I
could persuade you to turn to spiritual----"

The Professor waved the suggestion away with a
deprecating hand.

"It is useless to reopen that question," he said.
"We cannot argue upon it. You assume more than I can
grant. I am forced to dispute your premises. We
have no common basis."

His sister sighed.

"You have no faith," she said.

"I have faith in those great evolutionary forces
which are leading the human race to some unknown but
elevated goal."

"You believe in nothing."

"On the contrary, my dear Ada, I believe in the
differentiation of protoplasm."

She shook her head sadly. It was the one subject
upon which she ventured to dispute her brother's
infallibility.

"This is rather beside the question," remarked