interrupt?” he asked politely as he stood at the door.

“Not at all,”I answered. “Come in. My work is finished, and I am free. I can go with you now, if you like.”

“It is needless, I have seen him!”

“Well?”

“I fear that he does not appraise me at much. Our interview was short. When I entered his room he was sitting on a stool in the center, with his elbows on his knees, and his face was the picture of sullen discontent. I spoke to him as cheerfully as I could, and with such a measure of respect as I could assume. He made no reply whatever. 'Don't you know me?' I asked. His answer was not reassuring. “I know you well enough, you are the old fool Van