if I'm lucky, we'll be married; that'll be about four years after you."
Dave jerked his head quickly in a manner which made Lan reach directly into Dave's affairs from which Dave had turned him. "How'd you find things at home?" he asked.
"Oh, all right; about as usual."
"See your father?"
"Of course."
"Have much more trouble with him, Dave?"
"Yes," said Dave, going rather pale. "Of course. I've sold my soul, you understand that!" he articulated slowly and distinctly and clenching his strong hands. "I've sold my soul to Mr. Fuller for ten thousand dollars. That's the only way father can see it. I was bound to have a fight with him anyway before going into last term here. He's always held onto the idea, no matter what I said, that after college I was going on into Garrett Bib the way he did and be a minister. But he'll never get me into the fix he's in."
Dave stopped suddenly and swallowed with his emotion. "Lan, you know I'm not—undervaluing father. He's the sincerest Christian I know, according to his own convictions. I'm not undervaluing the men who go on into Garrett Biblical to become preachers. They've got more guts than me, maybe; yes, I think they have. Father had more, anyway; but things were different in his day. He was here in the eighties of last century and this college, and the seminary, was in the hands of the Methodists who
