CHAPTER XI
Mr. Wickson did not send for father. They met by chance on the ferry-boat to San Francisco, so that the warning he gave father was not premeditated. Had they not met accidentally, there would not have been any warning. Not that the outcome would have been different, however. Father came of stout old Mayflower stock, and the blood was imperative in him.
“ Ernest was right,” he told me, as soon as he had returned home. “Ernest is a very remarkable young man, and I'd rather see you his wife than the wife of Rockefeller himself or the King of England.”
“ What's the matter?” I asked in alarm.
“ The Oligarchy is about to tread upon our faces—yours and mine. Wickson as much as told me so. He was very kind—for an oligarch. He offered to reinstate me in the university. What do you
