his legs before him, and clasping his hands behind his head. "I, for
one, would gladly be convinced against individualism. I'm afraid
it's my natural point of view, and I've been trying for a long time
to get rid of that old Adam. Go on with your idea about the
organisation of society. What ultimate form do you suppose nature to
be aiming at?"

Dyce seemed to reflect for a moment. He asked himself, in fact,
whether Lord Dymchurch was at all likely to come upon that French
work which, pretty certainly, he had not yet read. The probability
seemed slight. In any case, cannot a theory be originated
independently by two minds?

His eye lighting up with the joy of clear demonstration--to Dyce
it was a veritable joy, his narrow, but acute, mind ever tending to
sharp-cut system--he displayed the bio-sociological theory in its
whole scope. More than interested, and not a little surprised, Lord
Dymchurch followed carefully from point to point, now and then
approving with smile or nod. At the end, he was leaning forward, his
hands grasping his ankles, and his head nearly between his knees;
and so he remained for a minute when Dyce had ceased.

"I like that!" he exclaimed at length, the smile of boyish pleasure
sunny upon his face. "There's something satisfying about it. It
sounds helpful."

Help amid the confusing problems of life was what Lord Dymchurch
continually sought. In his private relations one of the most
blameless of men, he bore about with him a troubled conscience, for
he felt that he was living to himself alone, whereas, as a man, and