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The
only
other
guest
he
had
invited
was
Kay
Ludlow
.
The
six
of
them
sat
in
the
back
yard
of
his
house
,
with
the
light
of
the
sunset
on
their
faces
,
and
the
floor
of
the
valley
condensing
into
a
soft
blue
vapor
far
below
.
She
looked
at
his
pupils
,
at
the
three
pliant
,
agile
figures
half
stretched
on
canvas
chairs
in
poses
of
relaxed
contentment
,
dressed
in
slacks
,
windbreakers
and
open
-
collared
shirts
:
John
Galt
,
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
,
Ragnar
Danneskjold
.
"
Don
’
t
be
astonished
,
Miss
Taggart
,
"
said
Dr
.
Akston
,
smiling
,
"
and
don
’
t
make
the
mistake
of
thinking
that
these
three
pupils
of
mine
are
some
sort
of
superhuman
creatures
.
They
’
re
something
much
greater
and
more
astounding
than
that
:
they
’
re
normal
men
—
a
thing
the
world
has
never
seen
—
and
their
feat
is
that
they
managed
to
survive
as
such
.
It
does
take
an
exceptional
mind
and
a
still
more
exceptional
integrity
to
remain
untouched
by
the
brain
-
destroying
influences
of
the
world
’
s
doctrines
,
the
accumulated
evil
of
centuries
—
to
remain
human
,
since
the
human
is
the
rational
.
"
She
felt
some
new
quality
in
Dr
.
Akston
’
s
attitude
,
some
change
in
the
sternness
of
his
usual
reserve
;
he
seemed
to
include
her
in
their
circle
,
as
if
she
were
more
than
a
guest
.
Francisco
acted
as
if
her
presence
at
their
reunion
were
natural
and
to
be
taken
gaily
for
granted
.
Galt
’
s
face
gave
no
hint
of
any
reaction
;
his
manner
was
that
of
a
courteous
escort
who
had
brought
her
here
at
Dr
.
Akston
’
s
request
.
She
noticed
that
Dr
.
Akston
’
s
eyes
kept
coming
back
to
her
,
as
if
with
the
quiet
pride
of
displaying
his
students
to
an
appreciative
observer
.
His
conversation
kept
returning
to
a
single
theme
,
in
the
manner
of
a
father
who
has
found
a
listener
interested
in
his
most
cherished
subject
:
"
You
should
have
seen
them
,
when
they
were
in
college
,
Miss
Taggart
.
You
couldn
’
t
have
found
three
boys
‘
conditioned
’
to
such
different
backgrounds
,
but
—
conditioners
be
damned
!
—
they
must
have
picked
one
another
at
first
sight
,
among
the
thousands
on
that
campus
.
Francisco
,
the
richest
man
in
the
world
—
Ragnar
,
the
European
aristocrat
—
and
John
,
the
self
-
made
man
,
self
-
made
in
every
sense
,
out
of
nowhere
,
penniless
,
parentless
,
tie
-
less
.
Actually
,
he
was
the
son
of
a
gas
-
station
mechanic
at
some
forsaken
crossroads
in
Ohio
,
and
he
had
left
home
at
the
age
of
twelve
to
make
his
own
way
—
but
I
’
ve
always
thought
of
him
as
if
he
had
come
into
the
world
like
Minerva
,
the
goddess
of
wisdom
,
who
sprang
forth
from
Jupiter
’
s
head
,
fully
grown
and
fully
armed
.
.
.
I
remember
the
day
when
I
saw
the
three
of
them
for
the
first
time
.
They
were
sitting
at
the
back
of
the
classroom
—
I
was
giving
a
special
course
for
postgraduate
students
,
so
difficult
a
course
that
few
outsiders
ever
ventured
to
attend
these
particular
lectures
.
Those
three
looked
too
young
even
for
freshmen
—
they
were
sixteen
at
the
time
,
as
I
learned
later
.
At
the
end
of
that
lecture
,
John
got
up
to
ask
me
a
question
.
It
was
a
question
which
,
as
a
teacher
,
I
would
have
been
proud
to
hear
from
a
student
who
’
d
taken
six
years
of
philosophy
.
It
was
a
question
pertaining
to
Plato
’
s
metaphysics
,
which
Plato
hadn
’
t
had
the
sense
to
ask
of
himself
.
I
answered
—
and
I
asked
John
to
come
to
my
office
after
the
lecture
.
He
came
—
all
three
of
them
came
—
I
saw
the
two
others
in
my
anteroom
and
let
them
in
.
I
talked
to
them
for
an
hour
—
then
I
cancelled
all
my
appointments
and
talked
to
them
for
the
rest
of
the
day
.
After
which
,
I
arranged
to
let
them
take
that
course
and
receive
their
credits
for
it
.
They
took
the
course
.
They
got
the
highest
grades
in
the
class
.
.
.
.
They
were
majoring
in
two
subjects
:
physics
and
philosophy
.
