"You had a scrap once before with old man Challenger," said he sternly, "and you were down and out inside ten seconds.It seems to me, Professor Summerlee, he's beyond your class, and the best you can do with him is to walk wide and leave him alone.""Besides," said I, "he has been a good friend to every one of us.Whatever his faults may be, he is as straight as a line, and I don't believe he ever speaks evil of his comrades behind their backs.""Well said, young fellah-my-lad," said Lord John Roxton.Then, with a kindly smile, he slapped Professor Summerlee upon his shoulder."Come, Herr Professor, we're not going to quarrel at this time of day.We've seen too much together.But keep off the grass when you get near Challenger, for this young fellah and Ihave a bit of a weakness for the old dear."But Summerlee was in no humour for compromise.His face was screwed up in rigid disapproval, and thick curls of angry smoke rolled up from his pipe.
"As to you, Lord John Roxton," he creaked, "your opinion upon a matter of science is of as much value in my eyes as my views upon a new type of shot-gun would be in yours.I have my own judgment, sir, and I use it in my own way.Because it has misled me once, is that any reason why I should accept without criticism anything, however far-fetched, which this man may care to put forward? Are we to have a Pope of science, with infallible decrees laid down EX CATHEDRA, and accepted without question by the poor humble public? I tell you, sir, that I have a brain of my own and that I should feel myself to be a snob and a slave if I did not use it.If it pleases you to believe this rigmarole about ether and Fraunhofer's lines upon the spectrum, do so by all means, but do not ask one who is older and wiser than yourself to share in your folly.Is it not evident that if the ether were affected to the degree which he maintains, and if it were obnoxious to human health, the result of it would already be apparent upon ourselves?" Here he laughed with uproarious triumph over his own argument."Yes, sir, we should already be very far from our normal selves, and instead of sitting quietly discussing scientific problems in a railway train we should be showing actual symptoms of the poison which was working within us.Where do we see any signs of this poisonous cosmic disturbance? Answer me that, sir! Answer me that! Come, come, no evasion! I pin you to an answer!"I felt more and more angry.There was something very irritating and aggressive in Summerlee's demeanour.
"I think that if you knew more about the facts you might be less positive in your opinion," said I.
Summerlee took his pipe from his mouth and fixed me with a stony stare.
"Pray what do you mean, sir, by that somewhat impertinent observation?""I mean that when I was leaving the office the news editor told me that a telegram had come in confirming the general illness of the Sumatra natives, and adding that the lights had not been lit in the Straits of Sunda.""Really, there should be some limits to human folly!" cried Summerlee in a positive fury."Is it possible that you do not realize that ether, if for a moment we adopt Challenger's preposterous supposition, is a universal substance which is the same here as at the other side of the world? Do you for an instant suppose that there is an English ether and a Sumatran ether? Perhaps you imagine that the ether of Kent is in some way superior to the ether of Surrey, through which this train is now bearing us.There really are no bounds to the credulity and ignorance of the average layman.Is it conceivable that the ether in Sumatra should be so deadly as to cause total insensibility at the very time when the ether here has had no appreciable effect upon us whatever? Personally, I can truly say that I never felt stronger in body or better balanced in mind in my life.""That may be.I don't profess to be a scientific man," said I, "though I have heard somewhere that the science of one generation is usually the fallacy of the next.But it does not take much common sense to see that, as we seem to know so little about ether, it might be affected by some local conditions in various parts of the world and might show an effect over there which would only develop later with us.""With `might' and `may' you can prove anything," cried Summerlee furiously."Pigs may fly.Yes, sir, pigs MAY fly--but they don't.It is not worth arguing with you.Challenger has filled you with his nonsense and you are both incapable of reason.Ihad as soon lay arguments before those railway cushions.""I must say, Professor Summerlee, that your manners do not seem to have improved since I last had the pleasure of meeting you,"said Lord John severely.
"You lordlings are not accustomed to hear the truth," Summerlee answered with a bitter smile."It comes as a bit of a shock, does it not, when someone makes you realize that your title leaves you none the less a very ignorant man?""Upon my word, sir," said Lord John, very stern and rigid, "if you were a younger man you would not dare to speak to me in so offensive a fashion."Summerlee thrust out his chin, with its little wagging tuft of goatee beard.
"I would have you know, sir, that, young or old, there has never been a time in my life when I was afraid to speak my mind to an ignorant coxcomb--yes, sir, an ignorant coxcomb, if you had as many titles as slaves could invent and fools could adopt."For a moment Lord John's eyes blazed, and then, with a tremendous effort, he mastered his anger and leaned back in his seat with arms folded and a bitter smile upon his face.To me all this was dreadful and deplorable.Like a wave, the memory of the past swept over me, the good comradeship, the happy, adventurous days--all that we had suffered and worked for and won.That it should have come to this--to insults and abuse!
Suddenly I was sobbing--sobbing in loud, gulping, uncontrollable sobs which refused to be concealed.My companions looked at me in surprise.I covered my face with my hands.
