here he made his fortune."

"But his personality?" asked Stewart, with anxiety. "Was that changed?"

"Certainly. A colonial sheep-farmer is a different person from a young
Don just in orders."

"I don't mean that, Master. I mean did he rise from his bed with ideas,
with feelings quite opposite to those which had possessed him when he
lay down upon it? Did he ever have a return of the clerical phase,
during which he forgot how he became a sheep-farmer and wished to take
up his old work again?"

"No--no."

There was a pause. The Master played with his gold spectacles and sucked
his under lip. Then:

"Take a good holiday, Stewart," he said.

Stewart's clear-cut face hardened and flushed momentarily. "These are
not fancies of my own, Master. Cases occur in which two, sometimes more
than two, entirely different personalities alternate in the same
individual. The spontaneous cases are rare, of course, but hypnotism
seems to develop them pretty freely. The facts are there, but English
scientists prefer to say nothing about them."

The Master rose and trotted restlessly about.

"They're quite right," he returned, at length. "Such ideas can lead to
nothing but mischief."

"Surely that is the orthodox theologian's usual objection to scientific
fact."

The Master lifted his head and looked at his rebel disciple. For
although he was an officiating clergyman, he and the orthodox
theologians were at daggers drawn.

"Views, statements of this kind are not knowledge," he said, after a
while, and continued moving uneasily about without looking at Stewart.

Stewart did not reply; it seemed useless to go on talking. He recognized
that the Master's attitude was what his own had been before the iron of
fact had entered into his flesh and spirit. Yet somehow he had hoped
that his Master's large and keen perception of human things, his
judicial mind, would have lifted him above the prejudices of Reason. He
sat there cheerless, his college cap between his knees; and was seeking
the moment to say good-bye when the Master suddenly sat down beside him.
To any one looking in at the window, the two seated side by side on the
hard sofa would have seemed an oddly assorted pair. Stewart's length of
frame, the raven black of his hair and beard, the marble pallor of his
delicate features, made the little Master look smaller, pinker, plumper
than usual; but his face, radiating wisdom and affection, was more than
beautiful in the eyes of