it was not in keeping with university tone and dignity. Not that he personally objected—oh, no; but that there was talk and that I would understand."
Ernest considered this announcement for a moment, and then said, and his face was very grave, withal there was a sombre wrath in it:
"There is more behind this than a mere university ideal. Somebody has put pressure on President Wilcox."
"Do you think so?" father asked, and his face showed that he was interested rather than frightened.
"I wish I could convey to you the conception that is dimly forming in my own mind," Ernest said. "Never in the history of the world was society in so terrific flux as it is right now. The swift changes in our industrial system are causing equally swift changes in our religious, political, and social structures. An unseen and fearful revolution is taking place in the fibre and structure of society. One can only dimly feel these things. But they are in the air, now, to-day. One can feel the loom of them—things vast, vague, and terrible. My mind recoils from contemplation of what they may crystallize into. You heard Wickson talk the other night. Behind what he said were the same nameless, formless things that I feel. He spoke out of a superconscious apprehension of them."
"You mean …?" father began, then paused.
"I mean that there is a shadow of something colossal
