From that
moment hope was renewed in me, and I nursed it. So long as he
worked on the truth he had me at his mercy: playing with
falsehood in this fashion, he was vulnerable, might come to be
mortally vulnerable if I watched and waited, and then I should
regain the lost mastery, dearer to me than life.
"For the moment, however, Travers claimed all the scorn I carried
inside me for use. He hinted that the College had suffered by
the scandal of the riot: which no doubt was true to some extent,
but not true enough to hide a lie or to cover a meditated
betrayal. He said that he had always looked a little askance on
my researches, and particularly upon my demonstrations; that
they were doubtless astonishing, but had lain, to his taste, a
little too near the border-line of quackery,--Yes, Roddy, he
said the word, and it did not choke him. On the whole and
speaking as a friend (yes, he used that word, too), he must
express a hope that I would not press to renew my connection
with the Silversmiths' College.
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