Still there were moments when the healthy indifference of Jack and Millicent reacted on the maternal sympathies; when Mrs. Linyard would have made her husband a railway-director, if by this transformation she might have increased her boy’s allowance and given her daughter a new hat, or a set of furs such as the other girls were wearing.  Of such moments of rebellion the Professor himself was not wholly unconscious.  He could not indeed understand why any one should want a new hat; and as to an allowance, he had had much less money at college than Jack, and had yet managed to buy a microscope and collect a few “specimens”; while Jack was free from such expensive tastes!  But the Professor did not let his want of sympathy interfere with the discharge of his paternal obligations.  He worked hard to keep the wants of his family gratified, and it was precisely in the endeavor to attain this end that he at length broke down and had to cease from work altogether.

To cease from work was not to cease from thought of it; and in the unwonted pause from effort the Professor found himself taking a general survey of the field he had travelled.  At last it was possible to lift his nose from the loom, to step a moment in front of the tapestry he had been weaving.  From this first inspection of the pattern so long wrought over from behind, it was natural to glance a little farther and seek its reflection in the public eye.  It was not indeed of his special task that he thought in this connection.  He was but one of the great army of weavers at work among the threads of that cosmic woof; and what he sought was the general impression their labour had produced.

When Professor Linyard first plied his microscope, the audience of the man of science had been composed of a few fellow-students, sympathetic or hostile as their habits of mind predetermined, but versed in the jargon of the profession and familiar with the point of departure.  In the intervening quarter of a century, however, this little group had been swallowed up in a larger public.  Every one now read scientific books and expressed an opinion on them.  The ladies and the clergy had taken them up first; now they had passed to the school-room and the kindergarten.  Daily life was regulated on scientific principles; the daily papers had their “Scientific Jottings”; nurses passed examinations in hygienic science, and babies were fed and dandled according to the new psychology.

The very fact that scientific investigation still had, to some minds, a flavour of heterodoxy, gave it a perennial interest.  The mob had broken down the walls of tradition to batten in the orchard of forbidden knowledge.  The inaccessible goddess whom the Professor had served in his youth now offered her charms in the market-place.  And yet it was not the same goddess after all, but a pseudo-science masquerading in the garb of the real divinity.  This false goddess had her ritual and her literature.