"
"Unhappy with her?"
"No, no, not with her, but still, unhappy."
"Had anybody treated him badly?"
"Yes!"
"Couldn't he tell her all about it?"
"No, he only wanted to sit at her knees, as he used to sit long ago,
at his mother's."
She talked to him as if he had been a child. She kissed his eyes and
wiped his face with her handkerchief. She felt so proud, so strong,
there were no tears in her eyes. The sight of her inspired him with
new courage.
"How weak he had been! That he should have found the machine-made
attacks of his opponents so hard to bear! Did his enemies really
believe what they said?"
"Terrible thought! Probably they did. One often found stones firmly
grown into pine-trees, why should not opinions grow into the brain in
the same way? But she believed in him, she knew that he was fighting
for a good cause?"
"Yes, she believed it! But--he must not be angry with her for asking
him such a question--but--did he not miss his child, the first one?"
"Yes, certainly, but it could not be helped. At least, not yet! But he
and the others who were working for the future would have to find a
remedy for that, too. He did not know, yet, what form that remedy
would take, but stronger brains than his, and many together, would
surely one day solve this problem which at present seemed insolvable.
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