VI + 

The morning after his return he had telephoned to Gottlieb’s flat, had spoken to Miriam and received permission to call in the late afternoon. + 

All the way uptown he could hear Gottlieb saying, “You were my son! I gave you eferyt’ing I knew of truth and honor, and you haf betrayed me. Get out of my sight!” + 

Miriam met him in the hall, fretting, “I don’t know if I should have let you come at all, Doctor.” + 

“Why? Isn’t he well enough to see people?” + 

“It isn’t that. He doesn’t really seem ill, except that he’s feeble, but he doesn’t know anyone. The doctors say it’s senile dementia. His memory is gone. And he’s just suddenly forgotten all his English. He can only speak German, and I can’t speak it, hardly at all. If I’d only studied it, instead of music! But perhaps it may do him good to have you here. He was always so fond of you. You don’t know how he talked of you and the splendid experiment you’ve been doing in St. Hubert.” + 

“Well, I⁠—” He could find nothing to say. + 

Miriam led him into a room whose walls were dark with books. Gottlieb was sunk in a worn chair, his thin hand lax on the arm. + 

“Doctor, it’s Arrowsmith, just got back!” Martin mumbled. + 

The old man looked as though he half understood; he peered at him, then shook his head and whimpered, “Versteh nicht.” His arrogant eyes were clouded with ungovernable slow tears. + 

Martin understood that never could he be punished now and cleansed. Gottlieb had sunk into his darkness still trusting him. + 