"I saw Mr. Thorne the night before he left with Harrie for his
friend's ranch in Arizona. He is going to give him another chance,
and it's pretty big of him to do it, but I doubt if anything will
come of it. Harrie belongs to a type of humanity beyond awakening to
a realization of moral degeneracy; a type that believes so
confidently in the divine right of class privilege that it believes
little else. Harrie's failure to appreciate the hideousness of
certain recent experiences has made them all the more keenly felt by
his brother. I have rarely seen a man suffer as the latter has
suffered in the past few days, but unless I am mistaken--"
The pen in my hand dropped upon the desk, and for a while I did not
speak. Then I got up and went toward David Guard, who had also
risen. "You mean--" The words died in my throat.
"That he is beginning to understand why you came to Scarborough
Square; to grasp the necessity of human contact for human
interpretation. He, too, is seeing himself, his life, his world,
from the viewpoint of Scarborough Square, and what he sees gives
neither peace nor pride nor satisfaction.
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