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Dr
.
Ferris
rose
,
being
first
to
indicate
that
the
interview
was
ended
.
"
Please
call
for
me
whenever
anything
occurs
in
this
Institute
to
cause
you
discomfort
,
Dr
.
Stadler
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
my
privilege
always
to
be
at
your
service
.
"
Knowing
that
he
had
to
assert
his
authority
,
smothering
the
shameful
realization
of
the
sort
of
substitute
he
was
choosing
,
Dr
.
Stadler
said
imperiously
,
in
a
tone
of
sarcastic
rudeness
,
"
The
next
time
I
call
for
you
,
you
’
d
better
do
something
about
that
car
of
yours
.
"
"
Yes
,
Dr
.
Stadler
.
I
shall
make
certain
never
to
be
late
again
,
and
I
beg
you
to
forgive
me
.
"
Dr
.
Ferris
responded
as
if
playing
a
part
on
cue
;
as
if
he
were
pleased
that
Dr
.
Stadler
had
learned
,
at
last
,
the
modern
method
of
communication
.
"
My
car
has
been
causing
me
a
great
deal
of
trouble
,
it
’
s
falling
to
pieces
,
and
I
had
ordered
a
new
one
sometime
ago
,
the
best
one
on
the
market
,
a
Hammond
convertible
—
but
Lawrence
Hammond
went
out
of
business
last
week
,
without
reason
or
warning
,
so
now
I
’
m
stuck
.
Those
bastards
seem
to
be
vanishing
somewhere
.
Something
will
have
to
be
done
about
it
.
"
When
Ferris
had
gone
,
Dr
.
Stadler
sat
at
his
desk
,
his
shoulders
shrinking
together
,
conscious
only
of
a
desperate
wish
not
to
be
seen
by
anyone
.
In
the
fog
of
the
pain
which
he
would
not
define
,
there
was
also
the
desperate
feeling
that
no
one
—
no
one
of
those
he
valued
—
would
ever
wish
to
see
him
again
.
He
knew
the
words
which
he
had
not
uttered
.
He
had
not
said
that
he
would
denounce
the
book
in
public
and
repudiate
it
in
the
name
of
the
Institute
.
He
had
not
said
it
,
because
he
had
been
afraid
to
discover
that
the
threat
would
leave
Ferris
unmoved
,
that
Ferris
was
safe
,
that
the
word
of
Dr
.
Robert
Stadler
had
no
power
any
longer
.
And
while
he
told
himself
that
he
would
consider
later
the
question
of
making
a
public
protest
,
he
knew
that
he
would
not
make
it
.
He
picked
up
the
book
and
let
it
drop
into
the
wastebasket
.
A
face
came
to
his
mind
,
suddenly
and
clearly
,
as
if
he
were
seeing
the
purity
of
its
every
line
,
a
young
face
he
had
not
permitted
himself
to
recall
for
years
.
He
thought
:
No
,
he
has
not
read
this
book
,
he
won
’
t
see
it
,
he
’
s
dead
,
he
must
have
died
long
ago
.
.
.
The
sharp
pain
was
the
shock
of
discovering
simultaneously
that
this
was
the
man
he
longed
to
see
more
than
any
other
being
in
the
world
—
and
that
he
had
to
hope
that
this
man
was
dead
.
He
did
not
know
why
—
when
the
telephone
rang
and
his
secretary
told
him
that
Miss
Dagny
Taggart
was
on
the
line
—
why
he
seized
the
receiver
with
eagerness
and
noticed
that
his
hand
was
trembling
.
She
would
never
want
to
see
him
again
,
he
had
thought
for
over
a
year
.
He
heard
her
clear
,
impersonal
voice
asking
for
an
appointment
to
see
him
.
