Their conversation
now ran into philosophical questions, some of them out of her depth, but
much of the subject interested her deeply and she listened absorbed.
At last there was a pause and her fresh young voice asked:
"What, then, is the aim of philosophy--is it only words, or does it
bring any good?"
And both men looked at her, staggered for a moment, and John Derringham
burst into a ringing laugh.
"Upon my word, I don't know," he said. "It was invented so that the
Master here and I should pull each other's theories to pieces; that
evidently was its aim from the beginning of time. I do not know if it
has any other good."
"Everything is so very simple," said Halcyone. "To have to argue about
it must be fatiguing."
"You find things simple, do you?" asked John Derringham, now
complacently roused to look at her. "What are your rules of life then,
let us hear, oh, Oracle!--we listen with respect!"
Halcyone reddened a little and a gleam grew in her wise eyes. She would
have refused to reply, but looking at her revered master, she saw that
he was awaiting her answer with an encouraging smile.
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