ces, and was left free to
appoint his own evening (at a week's notice) and to issue his own
advertisements. Minor details were reserved to be discussed with the
secretary, when the lecturer had consented to the arrangement proposed
to him.

Having finished the letter, Amelius looked at his friend. "This is your
doing," he said.

Rufus admitted it, with his customary candour. He had a letter of
introduction to the secretary, and he had called by appointment that
morning. The Institution wanted something new to attract the members
and the public. Having no present intention of lecturing himself, he
had thought of Amelius, and had spoken his thought. "I mentioned," Rufus
added slyly, "that I didn't reckon you would mount the platform. But
he's a sanguine creature, that secretary--and he said he'd try."

"Why should I say No?" Amelius asked, a little irritably. "The secretary
pays me a compliment, and offers me an opportunity of spreading
our principles. Perhaps," he added, more quietly, after a moment's
reflection, "you thought I might not be equal to the occasion--and, in
that case, I don't say you were wrong."

Rufus shook his head. "If you had passed your life in this decrepit
little island," he replied, "I might have doubted you, likely enough.
But Tadmor's situated in the United States. If they don't practise
the boys in the art of orating, don't you tell me there's an American
citizen with a voice in _that_ society. Guess again, my son. You won't?
Well, then, 'twas uncle Farnaby I had in my mind. I said to myself--not
to the secretary--Amelius is bound to consider uncle Farnaby. Oh, my!
what would uncle Farnaby say?"

The hot temper of Amelius took fire instantly. "What the devil do I care
for Farnaby's opinions?" he burst out. "If there's a man in England who
wants the principles of Christian Socialism beaten into his thick head,
it's Farnaby. Are you going to see the secretary again?"

"I might look in," Rufus answered, "in the course of the evening."

"Tell him I'll give the lecture--with my compliments and thanks. If I
can only succeed," pursued Amelius, hearing himself with the new idea,
"I may make a name as a lecturer, and a name means money, and money
means beating Farnaby with his own weapons. It's an opening for me,
Rufus, at the crisis of my life."

"That is so," Rufus admitted. "I may as well look up the secretary."

"Why shouldn't I go with you?" Amelius suggested.

"Why not?" Rufus agreed.