Chapter XXII
“ d**k, boy, your position is distinctly Carlylean,” Terrence McFane said in fatherly tones.
The sages of the madrono grove were at table, and, with Paula, d**k and Graham, made up the dinner party of seven.
“ Mere naming of one’s position does not settle it, Terrence,” d**k replied. “I know my point is Carlylean, but that does not invalidate it. Hero-worship is a very good thing. I am talking, not as a mere scholastic, but as a practical breeder with whom the application of Mendelian methods is an every-day commonplace.”
“ And I am to conclude,” Hancock broke in, “that a Hottentot is as good as a white man?”
“ Now the South speaks, Aaron,” d**k retorted with a smile. “Prejudice, not of birth, but of early environment, is too strong for all your philosophy to shake. I
