I believe in science and knowledge--like you.

And, if my child had lived, you should have been my adviser and my right hand: I want such a man as you." Hope threw up his hands.

"My usual luck!" said he: "always a day too late." Bartley resumed: "But my child's death robs me of the money to work with, and I can't help you nor help myself." Hope groaned.
Bartley hesitated.

But after a moment he said, timidly, "Unless--" and then stopped.
"Unless what ?" asked Hope, eagerly.

"I am not likely to raise objections my child's life is at stake." "Well, then, unless you are really the superior man you seem to be: a man of ability and--courage." "Courage!" thought Hope, and began to be puzzled.