tute of 1776," "Dicky" and "The Pudding" and lived, at last, exactly as had his father and grandfather before him, in the room in Hollis looking down the Yard.
In all this course, so long prepared for him and so long anticipated, and in the path which he since had followed, never had he been disturbed by any doubt that his education had been the best obtainable; never had he imagined that any one could feel actual contempt for the influences which had made him. They might, through envy, feign contempt, but they could not actually feel it, he would have thought; but that Royle girl had—she who had challenged him, with that strange thrill in her voice, as to his right to speak for the State; she who had called him a "ready-made," not to be compared to Ketlar, and who had meant it; she who had set his heart to throbbing when she clasped his wrist and who had cut the mark in his skin.
Of course, she did not know what was behind him, he considered; and even if some one told her, she would be incapable of evaluating traditions and training utterly strange to her. She merely had cried out an hysterical contempt for him as an educated man who had had advantages denied to her and her friends.
Calvin imagined himself admitting to his mother that he had let that girl disturb him at all; and he imagined his mother's amazement at him.
Thus he sought to dismiss, finally, any thought of that Royle girl; but when he was in bed, with the light out again, he recalled that she had not yet made application at the jail for a visit to Ketlar and he wondered why. Was it because she did not want to or because Elmen might have told her to delay?
In either case, she was likely to appear soon, perhaps to-morrow, and so she would pass the Criminal Courts building on her way to the jail and, as likely as not,
